JOYCE
Sefro patted Evanter's head as he gave him a heartwarming smile. "That's a Vasarellis, indeed."
The servants who were also spectators of the said contest also smiled as they saw their master's effort in creating a tasty delicacy.
Joyce couldn't help but heave out a sigh at the lovely sight.
"My turn! My turn!" Demeter jumped up and down before his competitive feet bounced from left to right. Certainly, he would not be left behind.
Joyce smiled as she put down the muffin that she was holding back to her plate, gulping down every morsel so it would not affect her judgment of Demeter's masterpiece.
She walked forward to where Demeter's muffins were and picked up one with whipped cream on top.
Everyone seemed to hold their breath as they ogled at her without blinking.
As soon as she munched on it, she already tasted the weirdness of the taste, making her freeze in an instant.
