The house had not been difficult to fine; it was in a cozy little neighborhood area that Anella was more than familiar with. While she had been a little awkward with the idea of going over to someone's house to bake cupcakes, she was simultaneously very excited about it. Millicent had seemed nice enough, so as long as her mother didn't think she was a total creep, this had the potential to be a great day.

As she kicked up the stand for her bike and stepped off, her peeled off her helmet and set it on one of the handlebars to fix her hair. Thankfully, it was behaving today, and she quickly fixed herself up. The next task was to make sure she'd brought the sprinkles—she checked her purse, again, and let out a sigh of relief when she found the sprinkles still safely tucked inside.

Brushing off her clothes, she snagged her helmet, tucked it under her arm and moved to the front door. She knocked pleasantly enough, rocking on her heels as she waited.