She wasn't sure if Raven had a sweet tooth, but that didn't stop the small smile that crept onto her lips at the thought of him tasting her cookies. "I think I'll send some to the Duke later," she murmured, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.
Gilbert, standing silently by her side, couldn't help but notice the rare energy in Seraphina's demeanor. It was unusual to see her so animated, her typical pallor replaced by a soft glow of excitement.
Seraphina set to work, separating the egg whites from the yolks with smooth movements. She poured sugar into the whites, whisking the mixture with expert precision.
The chef, standing nearby, watched with a blend of awe and nervousness, unsure whether to assist or merely admire her skills.
"Madame, would you like some help?" the chef asked, stepping forward hesitantly.
Seraphina looked up and smiled kindly. "If you don't mind, could you whisk this until it's light and foamy?"
