Happy Birthday James Cake の小説・ストーリー

" James was already in the kitchen with the other two maids as they were preparing breakfast for the family. " Hello.. please I have no time, I want to bake two little cakes, one pink and the other blue. Can it be possible?" Arrya asked James with a childish smile which made James nod immediately. If his boss knows his wife is giving him this look because she was asking for something, he will be fired. " Yes ma'am, please twenty minutes and it will be ready," James said for Arrya to nod in happiness. Immediately they stopped what they were doing as they immediately began to bring out every ingredient necessary to bake the cake.

Holly and I sat down to eat too. "Okay, let's cut the cake." I say, when we were done eating. Holly pulled out the cake from the coffee table and put it on the dining table. "Hey! There are no candles? Why?" James whined. Whining bitches. I roll my eyes. "Let's just eat the cake already." Holly groaned. We sang a happy birthday song to James, he's so cute wearing the birthday cone cap. Once the cake was gone, Holly and I started to clean up the kitchen. The boys stood up and stretched. "Thanks for the wonderful birthday, girls."

He was nothing but a stranger devoured by power and greed. For the next two days, Xavier grew silent and barely spoke. I thought we’d just wait quietly for the helicopter to come, but on the morning of his birthday, the estate was suddenly decorated with lights and ribbons. The living room was filled with mountains of gifts, and in the center stood a giant, three-tier cake topped with a spinning carousel. I froze. Could it be James’s surprise for our son? My boy’s eyes lit up as he grabbed my hand and ran toward the cake, his voice trembling with excitement.

Seven months after the night in Moonstone Hall, I turned twenty-three. Nobody made a thing of it except Jax, who made a thing of everything that gave him an excuse to cook something ambitious. He had been researching a specific cake for three weeks, a layered thing with hazelnuts and a coffee filling that he had found in a recipe book someone had left in the kitchen, and the birthday was his justification for the attempt. The cake was technically imperfect and actually delicious, and he presented it at the table that evening with the expression of someone who knows the difference between those two things and has decided the second one matters more.

said Amanda. "A little," he replied. "And my name is James, not young master," the kid giggled and introduced himself again, surprised that the elderly lady had already forgotten his name. He had never been addressed in this manner before. "That's right. Would you like chocolate cupcakes, James?" Amanda asked, smiling. She recalls Emma telling her that James loved chocolate more than anything else. James waited for his sister's approval, and when he got it, he nodded his head and smiled brightly. "I love chocolate."

Grandma Jo, with her talented hands, had baked a cake that looked like a masterpiece, adorned with delicate roses that were edible. "Happy birthday to you!" Everyone sang as I sat in front of the birthday cake with the eighteen candles lit. "Happy birthday to you!" I couldn't help but smile as they all sang the familiar birthday song. When they finally came to a close, I shut my eyes. "Make a wish!" I heard James urge, as I took a deep breath. My wish was a simple one: that things would always stay this way, filled with family, friends, and the sense of belonging that had been missing for so long.

Just then, the gentle tap of a glass interrupted their piercing gaze. A few minutes later. The club was alive with energy, the bass from the speakers vibrating through the walls as everyone gathered around James. Noami stood beside him, her arm draped around his waist, beaming as the crowd erupted into song. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!" Glasses clinked, and laughter echoed. Someone popped open another bottle of champagne. James grinned, blowing out the candles on the towering cake before Noami smudged a bit of frosting on his nose, making everyone burst into laughter.

he added as he reached for his bag. "What is it?" Alice asked, looking at him curiously as he began to open his bag. Alice's curiosity heightened as James began to reveal what he had brought for her. James grinned and revealed a box of her favorite dessert, a rich and decadent chocolate lava cake, her eyes widened in surprise and delight. "You remembered it?" Alice exclaimed with a genuine smile. "You brought my favorite dessert! That's so sweet of you, James." James smiled in return, clearly pleased to see Alice's positive reaction.

Born on the same day, same month, same year… it sounded so romantic, so fated. “Is that… is that why James hasn’t celebrated his birthday all these years?” The question came out dry, almost a whisper. James never celebrated his birthday. Even his eighteenth birthday had been a day early. His actual birthday was always quiet, and sombre. That was why, when I saw him having that candlelight dinner with Susan on his birthday, I’d believed they were together. I remembered his twentieth birthday. I’d made him a cake, put on the candles, and slipped into his room at midnight, wanting to surprise him. But he’d been furious as if the cake was poisoned.

I stared at the texts from the bakery. I read them again and again, trying to convince myself I had gotten it wrong. My eyes started to sting, but the doubt wouldn't go away. Yesterday morning, Miles told me he had been sent out of town on short notice. He held me for a long moment, guilt written all over his face. "Valerie, I'm sorry. I can't be there for your birthday again this year." I smiled and shook my head. "I'm turning 30. It's not exactly a milestone worth celebrating."