"Flour… milk, then some eggs," Victor was on a raging spree of preparing almost one hundred delicious chocolate truffle cakes. The favorites of some red-eyed girl. The beautiful Moira.
"The oven is ready," he counted three cakes on the table already decorated with strawberries and berries and even chocolate flowers. They looked full of love, though, the form of some of them depicted a broken heart with the strawberries as the blood coming from it.
Chef Hugo didn't know what to tell his dear disciple, even when he gave him the book that he desired so much, the reaction was not what he wanted.
