Queenie was no exception to the rule, her skill in the kitchen coming second nature to her as she followed in her father’s footsteps. She had no desire to actually become like him, no, but she definitely planned to utilize her learning in the career path she was going down.
Wifehood.
She was going to make sure that when she did land herself a rich, eligible, dreadfully [ii]handsome bachelor that she would be such an irresistible catch that he wouldn’t be able to resist snatching her up and slipping a nice, heavy diamond ring on her. And part of that irresistible charm was going to be her irresistible meals and the desserts that came afterwards. She’d be a beautiful, dutiful, talented young bride and eventual mother - it was perfect.
She had the social grace, she had the natural beauty and thanks to her parents, the culture and culinary expertise to help her on her quest.
In the meantime though, she was having to go up through the corporate ladder to find this handsome Mr. Right that seemed to be eluding her. She’d tried several different apps and websites but most had fallen short on delivering exactly what she wanted.
There were handsome boys who were boy. There were ugly men who were rich.
She wanted both handsome and rich - that wasn’t too much to ask for in life, was it?
But, alas, another Valentine’s Day was upon her that she didn’t have a handsome, wealthy beau to shower her with presents on. Instead of being grumpy about it (though she did wake up with a frown at remembering this unfortunate tidbit), she mustered up what smile she could manage and headed into the office.
One the way, she’d come across a small booth filled with colorful flowers. There were some that looked natural and some that looked wildly unnatural. One of which was a bright cheerful orange that made her think of a certain someone’s uniform - ha! The petals brought a wider smile to her face so she dug through her purse and pulled out her lunch money - a worthy price to pay, she reasoned. After all, they were for a good cause… whatever the cause was, of course.
A handful of flowers were collected, all of the same, cheerful color. She’d have to scribble in the tags when she got in to her desk but… well, it made for a pretty thoughtful present, if she said so herself, even if they weren’t some of her infamous baked goods. Maybe a few certain someones would appreciate her thoughtfulness and decide to return the favor?
She could only hope~
To Theodore:
Nuxaz
To Suri:
AMItotic
To Phedre:
Shanyume
To Gansey:
Nuxaz
To Chase:
Nuxaz
To Ashley:
Pixie Nyxie
