"I'm so lucky I made it on time," Zoe Yale said with relief. "If you were late, that would have been terrible, Mr. Wilson would have definitely given you a hard time."
Her delicate face flushed naturally with a rosy tint, the soft light falling on her skin showed a velvety glow reminiscent of a baby's.
Before Charles White had a chance to speak, she dragged him into the tea room.
Muttering to herself the whole way.
Seizing the moment when there was nobody else in the tea room, she brought out the cake she had hidden away earlier.
"This is what my Elder Brother bought for me, and let me tell you, this cake is so delicious— it's a limited edition, not something you can buy even if you're rich. My brother never lets me eat too much of it, but I saved this piece for you from what little I managed to keep aside. Try it, see if it's as delicious as I say!"
Zoe opened the cake box and presented a mouth-watering slice of strawberry cake to Charles, holding it with both hands.
