"I am Lugh, King of Tuatha Dé Danann, and you, Julie, are my Queen."
His last words last night were being played on a loop inside my head. I mean, yeah, I kinda understand that he was a god. But me, his queen? Somehow, his mind must have been scrambled in the past millennia. I am no queen, that was something that I was sure of.
But the way I was stabbing the chocolate mint cake in front of me, was making Riley nervous. I sigh. I should not be killing this masterpiece that was on my dessert plate. Man, she knows how to bake.
The buttercream she used for the mint part was not that overpowering. It was just the right amount of mint that in every bite, it was like eating Mentos, albeit less sweet. The dark chocolate ganache she used had this bitter bite that made the two flavors blend together. And the cake was moist and fluffy. Each forkful was an explosion of chocolaty minty goodness.
Yet here I am stabbing it like it was Duncan's face.
