[past] the cat who ate a ball of yarn? She had mittens.

Asha grinned widely, accepting the plate with careful hands and a gleam of excitement in her eyes. Oh, this looks—and smells—absolutely perfect, Rosalie! she exclaimed, admiring their creation with pride. And I have to say, I think a little dash of excitement and less sensibility is exactly what makes life sparkle!

She held the cake aloft as if it were a grand treasure, her expression a blend of giddiness and fondness. Cullen had been a steady, guiding presence in her life, and she knew he’d be moved by the effort they’d put into making this for him. I think he’s going to be truly touched, don’t you? There’s nothing like chocolate to remind someone of all the sweetness in life.

Asha glanced back at Rosalie, her voice softening with warmth. Thank you for letting me be a part of this, Rosalie. It feels so special, celebrating Cullen like this, and even better that we got to do it together.

They made their way toward Cullen’s quarters, Asha holding the cake proudly as they walked. She felt a surge of excitement building up again, as though they were kids sneaking around with a delightful surprise, making the moment all the more magical. Let’s go make his day unforgettable! she said, her tone full of anticipation and joy.

@Rosalie Rutherford