#Chapter172
If you told me last week that I would be standing in the kitchen with Renzo baking a cake you should expect that I'll laugh right in your face.
We woke up at around 10 in the morning and were instantly rushing around the apartment. Renzo decided to tell me that we were going out for a barbecue since it was Andre's birthday.
Marcia then proceeded to tell me that because I didn't have a gift I would have to bake his birthday cake. Since she had forgotten.
/" how are we going to make a big cake when you haven't got an electric whisk?/" I say as I searched his kitchen for any type of electric whisk.
/" its called a wooden spoon baby. Look I'll do that since I'm the one with the strength/" he says cheekily waving two wooden spoons in the air. I only ignore him and carry on.
