Evie
let us live like flowers, darling
Evie grins at Kiada's comment, aware how spoiled she was (and still is) to have dibs on all of Amalia's creations. She's quite excited to try the cake flavors at the end of all this, it will be a reward for the work unto itself. But first, of course, the actual baking needs to happen.
She sets to work making the batter and preparing the ingredients needed for the next steps. The repetitive whisking, adding, and measuring is a dance that comes back like muscle memory. Evie lets herself drift to those old days of learning this process, nostalgic. This is the best possible way to spend the wedding preparation for her. Immersed in their childhood while preparing for and looking towards the future.
She sets to work making the batter and preparing the ingredients needed for the next steps. The repetitive whisking, adding, and measuring is a dance that comes back like muscle memory. Evie lets herself drift to those old days of learning this process, nostalgic. This is the best possible way to spend the wedding preparation for her. Immersed in their childhood while preparing for and looking towards the future.
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
