Leora's dessert was as extravagant as her personality. It was a delicate pavlova adorned with vibrant fruits, edible gold flakes, and a drizzle of passion fruit sauce that gleamed like liquid sunlight. As soon as the plate was set before us, I couldn't help but gasp.
"Wow," I breathed, staring at the masterpiece. "Leora, this is stunning."
"Of course it is," Leora replied, sitting down with a self-satisfied grin. "I don't do anything halfway."
Ciara gave an exaggerated eye roll. "We get it, Grandma, you're perfect."
"Finally, you admit it," Leora shot back, winking.
The banter continued as we dug into the dessert. The combination of textures and flavors was heavenly, the crisp meringue shell, the fluffy interior, and the tartness of the fruits all melded together beautifully.
I couldn't stop myself from making a small noise of delight with the first bite.
