/0/85022/coverbig.jpg?v=d54ee61e22e334fa0363cf851489a4cd)
red, the bitterness
vies' hand high in victory – my best friend, cl
reaked, happy face as I screamed
solidifying my reputation as a sore loser,
onsuming everything u
I bl
tallic scent of stainless steel, the swe
entation, clutching a piping bag,
ss, hers a rich chocolate raspberry
less, Ava," he' d said,
ing with paternal pride, "This, my dear, h
it an "old family recipe."
er the winner
sn' t just simple favori
ssed her betrayal;
liberate elevation of her, a
uld be no screaming

GOOGLE PLAY