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Emilia Kavanagh-Anders (becauseimwrong) wrote in light_of_may,

There was nothing particularly special about today. Well, no, there was, but no one in the outside world would have even known about it. Today had been the first day that Emilia and Doran had been in the same building - Emilia assumed - since they had begun proceedings for the divorce. They had been in the same building and not one single thing had exploded. Not only that, but her father had been around. He had asked Doran why he was not wearing his wedding ring, of course he would have noticed something like that, and he had asked Emilia the same thing. Though... Emilia had no tan line on that finger and a strong feeling that she never wore her wedding ring even when she was pretending to be happy. But they had looked at each other and then at Neil and Doran had told him. His voice had been a little strained and there had been something in his eyes that said he was not fully happy with it, and Neil had been concerned, but they had both told him that they did not want to talk about it... and he had gone away. Emilia had felt something tight in her chest loosen at that and she had had a fantastic day. More than that, she wanted to tell Nysa. It felt important that her father knew she was getting divorced and nothing bad had happened. More than that - he had asked where she was staying and she had told him; with Nysa. That was good, right? That was important!

And so she was going to celebrate by getting a cake. Not just any cake, either, it had to be a special one. Everything had to be right because it was really for Nysa. Emilia would eat some of it, sure, but it had to visually appealing to Nysa. She had the perfect image ready in her head and now all she needed to do was find a place that could make it reality.

Sherry's Bakery. Emilia was almost certain she had seen a box from here before at the church, a few times maybe, and the treats inside were always good. That seemed as good as anywhere else, so Emilia stepped inside, almost immediately unbuttoning her jacket at the difference in temperature. "Mmmm, that is a heavenly smell." Emilia felt like she loved bakeries for that very reason: they smelled amazing. She turned a smile on the woman behind the counter, not even twitching at the little murmur of senseless thoughts that rolled off her. "Hello! And a cake." She stepped up to the counter. "Not a very large one, but not too small. I was thinking it would be nice if was strawberry flavored with a vanilla icing. But not white... I'd like if it were orange. Sunset orange, not Halloween." She was studying the case of macaroons. "It's a special situation. What color would go good with orange to say 'I love you'?" No, that seemed too general... "I love you, Nysa. Yes, that'd be better." She glanced up and smiled. "Is that possible?"