The blue light from my laptop screen is starting to really hurt my eyes.
I keep scrolling through the chat with the organizer from Aurea, and it feels like a hundred images of cakes have been sent to me in the last hour.
White cakes, naked cakes, cakes with giant sugar flowers, cakes that look like a couple dancing ballet.
My forehead drops into my palm. I feel exhausted right down to my bones.
Leonardo’s project had a massive bug today that took me and the team hours to fix.
My brain is still full of code, but somehow I have to care about buttercream and frosting.
A new message pops up. It’s another picture. This one is a cake that looks like a castle.
*What do you think of this one, Ms. Bennett? Do you love the aesthetic?*
I just stare at it. But the main thing that’s actuall
