Seraphina Ashworth worked systematically on the cake. With so many people coming tonight, she figured she'd need a two-tier cake. At the thought, she added some more flour to the bowl.
Cody, for reasons unknown, had a glint flash through his clear eyes, and his hands began to move even faster.
While Seraphina Ashworth's world was sunny and warm, Anya Reginald's was a tumultuous mix of ice and fire.
"Should I knock, or not?" Anya Reginald paced in front of Maurice Ashworth's door, her head bowed as she muttered to herself. She was torn about whether she should knock. Although she had rushed over in a blaze of determination, she lost her nerve at the critical moment.
'To hell with it!' Anya Reginald squeezed her eyes shut, steeled her resolve, and raised her hand to knock. But before her knuckles could touch the wood, her hand shot back as if zapped by electricity.
