The cake was magnificent in every sense of the word. A sugary marvel that commands attention. Its towering tiers were adorned with vibrant colors and intricate designs. Delicate fondant roses and swirling patterns embellished its surface, with ribbons of icing cascading down its side. At the pinnacle, a small figure of who seemed to be Mikayla holding a sword while standing proudly from the peak. In his hand was a sword that pierced the middle of the cake.
It was a visual feast that cost a fortune and hours and hours of manwork to finish.
The maids then put the cake on the huge table of refreshments and sweets that was set up in the middle of the room.
"Now, Master Mikayla. Would you give us the honor?" Sebastian said as he moved next to the cake.
The latter seemed to be dazed for a few seconds before he felt a tap on his shoulder from Kaya.
