Chapter 119 Shelter In The Storm

• Cinnamon and sugar still smelt, like a secret clinging to the warmth of the kitchen. It curled softly around the marble counters and the golden afternoon light, weaving itself into the corners of the mansion that rarely held such sweetness.
• Dysis was at the counter spreading whipped vanilla frosting over the top layer of the cake with deliberate fingers. Her hair, pulled carelessly back, was flecked with flour. Her apron was covered in powdered sugar and streaks of buttercream, yet today she was calm—a terrible stillness that did not quite reach her eyes.
• Following her lead, Nani moved next to her with subdued hands, trying not to overreach. She did not speak very much. Every syllable seemed like walking on thin glass.