The towering cake had barely been cut when the room grew alive with anticipation. Cheers echoed as the slices were distributed, the fluffy layers of white sponge and rich frosting satisfying every sweet tooth in the room.
But as impressive as the cake was, it was nothing compared to what came next.
The heavy oak doors leading to the adjacent hall creaked open, and an audible gasp swept through the guests.
The buffet, an artistic masterpiece orchestrated by none other than Leora, stood in all its glory, beckoning us into a culinary paradise. The aroma alone was intoxicating, a harmonious blend of spices, roasted meats, and freshly baked bread.
Lydia and I walked in first, hand in hand, the crowd eagerly trailing behind us. My jaw nearly dropped at the sight.
Tables were laden with an impossible variety of dishes, all beautifully arranged.
