My Lady Chef novel Chapter 72

Ely's POV:

Mysterious Cake-Maker.

An alias he made up to protect my reputation since it was the deal he made with my husband. Baking is a unique field of expertise I tampered with as a child and I remember honing it whenever I could not think of anything creative to cook.

Making cakes for the Palace helps me recall various cake recipes I have perfected over the years.

I had a servant serve me a tart, croissant, and a slice of a lemon meringue cheesecake.

I tasted everything and they were really moist and delicious. The tart's base was buttery and falls apart in your mouth while the pastry cream and fruits were delicious. The croissant was flaky and the rich dark chocolate piped in was heavenly with a nice cup of coffee. The lemon meringue cheesecake was a perfect mix of tart and creamy tastiness.

I saw the Princess eat the Chiffon Swirl Cake and a Chocolate Mousse Tart, a slight blush of pleasure blooming in her cheeks. She likes desserts very much and so does everyone.

The clink of utensils, the steady flow of amiable chatter, and the moans of enjoyment as the platters were all empty save for a few desserts which will be given to the servants to eat later on I am sure.

When the time came for the cake to be sliced. Everyone gasped at the swirling pattern of the cake layers as it was cut. The sugar wafers and chocolate was distributed evenly amongst the guests.

I tasted the sample cake and frosting I made beforehand so when I ate a slice of it, the rich fluffy cake sponge just melted in my mouth and the rich dark chocolate buttercream just fits well with it.

"My word, I do wonder how was this done?"

"These beautiful flowers are made entirely of chocolate, such a delicate skill the cake maker has."

"Delicious! The sponge and frosting as simpler divine!"

"I wonder who he is. This type of cake design is not the work of anyone ordinary at all."

A slight blush made me savor every bite as the air around the table became mellow and full of joy as everyone had a smile on their faces.

My gaze then collided with the Prince, whose handsome face smiled at me with a very satisfied expression before his attention was diverted to another guest.

This is my purpose and joy. To see the people loving my food and desserts are always the highlight of my life.

Regardless of my status, I am truly a chef at heart.

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After the banquet was done the night progressed to people dancing to the music played by the orchestra hired for the party or retreating to the smaller drawing rooms for games and more social mingling. I was suddenly summoned to the most secluded drawing-room by a servant under Prince Belmont's order.

I was about to leave and wondered where I could find him so that I can leave but I guess he saved me the trouble.

The room I was led into was more spacious and smelled of new furniture. Main immediately secured the front door as I took a seat and waited for the Prince to arrive.

He came not too soon after. His cape was gone and he moved around easily; gone was the polite princely face and in its place was a more amiable expression.

"That was an excellent array of desserts. Lady Alaina. I was most impressed." Belmont's voice was less formal and more friendly. "I was most curious...how did you do the cake? It was something really...artsy. Most of the guests could not bring themselves to eat it."

I accepted his gratitude as he and I planned for the next delivery of cakes to the Royal Palace.

"You should open a cake shop. Many of the attendees today have been sending their servants to question my household on where I am getting the cakes."

"An interesting notion. I might do that but not right now. I will need a dedicated baker and patisserie to manage & make the cakes. " I pointed out the reasons. "So far, there are not a lot of chefs or people who can do delicate work on cake."

"True. Your talent is indeed that of a fairy. The cakes were all but, the pastries and sweets are currently being fought over by the kitchen staff and servants." he laughed as he took my hand and placed a drachma banknote that displayed the amount to be paid for my services.

My eyes widened at the amount. It was twice more than what I asked.