Chapter 15 The Confrontation
- Ms. Wilson's voice broke through the din of people baking cakes, "Seraphina, could you come to the front please?"
- My sense of smell was piqued by the rich cinnamon and caramelized fruit aroma. I set the bowl down on the granite counter and looked up into Ms. Wilson's steel-grey eyes, exasperated as I stared down at my gooey cake mix.
- I looked at her, taking my time taking off the oven mitts.