Cake - Felicity
Sept 13, 2011 10:45:09 GMT -5
Post by Sloane Deveraux on Sept 13, 2011 10:45:09 GMT -5
Just like she had to be the one to buy flowers for Mother's Day, since she can't take leave to go to her mother's birthday, Drew was going to once again occupy her couch for a couple of nights once she got the cake bought.
Sloane was specific. Being a Deveraux kind of meant it was imbibed in them since they could breathe. But Sloane turned it up a notch and her attention to detail was borderline OCD. And she knew her mother the best so what was on, in and around the cake was all up to her.
It's a good thing her mother was a simple woman. She liked chocolate and she liked it a lot. From there, it was pretty easy to improvise. And every year since she left home, Sloane's cakes were never the same. Although there was one year where she tried to bake it herself. Suffice it to say, her mother threatened her to always get a store bought one.
Sloane liked variations when it comes to the design of her mother's birthday cake. It was actually the only leniency she allowed. So she usually tried new bakeries and because she had gone to pretty much all the bakeries in Pilot Ridge [and had even once employed a pretty nice middle aged man who insisted she called him Riley instead of Mr. Adams], she decided to find someone online.
And she did find someone who even lived in Pilot Ridge. Her website looked very girly but quite professional and in fancy flowy writing in the middle on top said "Felicity's Fancy". The cakes looked stunning and this was a woman after Sloane's heart. Her attention to detail was impeccable. Sloane was definitely interested and she sent the website owner an email and waited for a response to see if she was available.
The response was a positive one and Sloane got ready and trekked her way down to the address Felicity had given her to a quaint home with a cutesy sign stuck on the ground in the front lawn. Adjusting her hair, Sloane knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
She did not expect the woman to look the way she did but a smile crept on her lips as the full-figured blonde appeared at the door. "Hi. I'm Sloane. I emailed you about a birthday cake?"
Sloane was specific. Being a Deveraux kind of meant it was imbibed in them since they could breathe. But Sloane turned it up a notch and her attention to detail was borderline OCD. And she knew her mother the best so what was on, in and around the cake was all up to her.
It's a good thing her mother was a simple woman. She liked chocolate and she liked it a lot. From there, it was pretty easy to improvise. And every year since she left home, Sloane's cakes were never the same. Although there was one year where she tried to bake it herself. Suffice it to say, her mother threatened her to always get a store bought one.
Sloane liked variations when it comes to the design of her mother's birthday cake. It was actually the only leniency she allowed. So she usually tried new bakeries and because she had gone to pretty much all the bakeries in Pilot Ridge [and had even once employed a pretty nice middle aged man who insisted she called him Riley instead of Mr. Adams], she decided to find someone online.
And she did find someone who even lived in Pilot Ridge. Her website looked very girly but quite professional and in fancy flowy writing in the middle on top said "Felicity's Fancy". The cakes looked stunning and this was a woman after Sloane's heart. Her attention to detail was impeccable. Sloane was definitely interested and she sent the website owner an email and waited for a response to see if she was available.
The response was a positive one and Sloane got ready and trekked her way down to the address Felicity had given her to a quaint home with a cutesy sign stuck on the ground in the front lawn. Adjusting her hair, Sloane knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
She did not expect the woman to look the way she did but a smile crept on her lips as the full-figured blonde appeared at the door. "Hi. I'm Sloane. I emailed you about a birthday cake?"
