Iyana blinked at him, stunned for a moment, before letting out a disbelieving laugh. "You have got to be kidding me. You, Vyan Blake Ashstone, are going to bake a cake? That too, without the help of your magic?"
Vyan feigned offense, crossing his arms. "Why, don't you trust my culinary skills?"
"I didn't even know you had any," she shot back, the laughter bubbling in her chest. "But I guess there is a first time for everything."
"Exactly," he replied, pulling her toward the table with a playful determination. "And since I am the one who planned this, I guess we are in it together."
Iyana couldn't stop laughing as they approached the table, the ridiculousness of the situation only making the moment more special. The elegant setting, their pristine white clothes, and now—cake batter. It was absurd and perfect, just like Vyan.
