While typing an email, the office delivery guy showed up at Emma’s door. He was beaming, holding a bright pink bakery box. “Good afternoon, Emma!” he said excitedly. “This is for you!”
“Thanks, Nico,” she responded, confused. She hadn’t ordered anything, and there was no office celebration. Maybe her husband, Jake, had sent her a treat from his bakery.
The office buzzed around her, but all Emma could focus on was the mystery of the cake. She opened the box and froze. Written in bold black icing were the words:
