Chapter 8 A strawberry cake for an arrogant dragon ๐Ÿ“

Azula sat up straight. Pip's wings froze in mid-flutter. Seraphina hummed a fourth note.

Every little light in the bakery flickered on.

One by one, the lanterns above the counter began glowing, filling the room with a warm golden light. Tiny golden specks rose from the floor, twirling around the tab...

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