And as Daisy reached the kitchen, the view momentarily floored her in her place.
The kitchen was in a mess with things flying around. The chefs all stood with their backs hunched, bodies trembling. And the center of the stage was occupied by Ryle and Angel.
Ryle held a cupcake and placed it on a plate. An unhealthy amount of strawberry surrounded it but what looked unhealthy to her eyes seemed like her daughter's lifelong dream as she giggled and kicked her feet, tightly grasping the folded sleeve of Ryle's shirt.
Daisy's lips parted a bit when she noticed half a strawberry lying in Angel's blonde hair like a hair clip. Both her cheeks were covered in flour.
''See… I told you… She made the dessert,'' Ivy came to stand beside Daisy, remarking proudly.
''By… holding his hand?" Daisy turned to look at Ivy.
Ivy nodded, ''That counts too. She has been doing that since the process started. She must have badly wanted to make dessert for you.''
