It does too. The cake is all the layers Betty promised, along with the rich filling, and covered in a smooth, creamy frosting.
I can almost taste how delicious this is going to be, even before Betty sets the masterpiece down on the table in front of us.
We then get to try it!
And yum!
It’s fantastic.
“Wow,” I mutter.
“This is heaven,” Lainey says.
It is heaven.
“May I have a whole slice?” I ask.
“Of course,” Betty replies.
She cuts off a modest sliver, which I devour.
“Is this perhaps the one, then?” Betty asks, smiling kindly.
Nodding excitedly, I say, “Yes, I think it is. But—” I blow out a breath. “—I’d like to have my fiancé try it before making a final decision.”
“That’s understandable,” Betty says.
Since we’re finished, she begins gathering up empty plates. Betty excuses herself then, heading to the rear of the shop.
It doesn’t go unnoticed that she’s left the rest of the Chocolate Resolve cake.
“Shall we cut off some real-sized slices?” Lainey asks, smiling evilly.
“Hell, yeah! My diet’s blown for the day anyway.”
“That’s the spirit,” my sister says, laughing as she slices off huge hunks for each of us.
Leaning back, I take the piece that she hands me and hack off a big bite with my fork.
“So good,” I murmur as I lick icing from the tines.
And that’s when it finally hits me—a way to get through to Brent!
Smacking my forehead, I set my fork down and share with Lainey my revelation.
“The solution is so simple,” I marvel. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner.”
Once she hears my plan on how to reach Brent, Lainey tells me she loves it.
“Chocolate Resolve for the win,” she announces. “I can’t believe it really worked. This cake really did ‘resolve’ your dilemma.”
We both crack up over that one.
“Yes,” I agree. “It sure has. Now we just need for my plan to work in resolving Brent’s issues.”
I think it will.
I really do.