Chapter Thirty
The Town's Sweet Obsession
The next morning, Noah barely managed to unlock the café door before voices filled the street again.
"Is the cake ready yet?"
"Do you have the blueberry one?"
"Save two slices for us!"
Noah blinked in disbelief.
"It's even worse than yesterday," she whispered.
Jack stepped beside her and looked at the crowd proudly.
"Correction," he said. "It's even better."
Noah pushed the door open and sighed.
"Get inside before they think you're the dessert."
Clare was already in the kitchen, flour dusted across her apron while Emma placed fresh cakes onto cooling racks.
The warm smell of butter, sugar, and blueberries drifted through the café like a sweet invitation.
Daniel stood near the counter organizing cups.
"You might need more plates today," he said calmly.
Noah laughed.
"At this rate, we might need another building."
Customers soon filled every table.
Children pressed their noses against the glass display while adults ordered coffee and slices of cake.
A young boy pointed excitedly.
"That one! The soft one!"
"That's the blueberry cake," Clare explained with a smile.
Meanwhile Jack stood proudly behind the counter like a famous chef.
"Remember," he told a group of curious customers, "this dessert was created through careful experimentation."
Noah immediately interrupted him.
"You mean careful mistakes."
The customers laughed.
Daniel leaned closer to Clare and whispered quietly,
"I think Jack is enjoying this a little too much."
Clare giggled.
"A little?"
At one table, an elderly man took a bite and closed his eyes thoughtfully.
"This dessert," he said slowly, "might become famous across the whole region."
Another customer nodded.
"It already has. I heard people in the next town talking about it yesterday."
Emma looked around the busy café in amazement.
"This place hasn't been this lively since Noah was a child."
Noah smiled softly.
But just as the laughter and conversation filled the room, the café door opened again.
A tall man wearing a dark traveling coat stepped inside.
His posture was straight and formal.
Everyone noticed him immediately.
"Good afternoon," he said politely.
"I'm a royal courier from Paris."
The room fell silent.
Jack nearly dropped the plate he was holding.
"Royal… courier?" Noah repeated.
The man nodded.
"Yes."
He stepped closer to the counter.
"I bring a message from the royal palace."
Clare and Daniel exchanged a quick glance.
The courier continued calmly,
"His Majesty, the King of France, has heard about a new dessert spreading through the towns."
The entire café leaned forward.
The courier placed a small sealed letter on the counter.
"And he wishes to taste it himself."
For a moment no one spoke.
Jack's jaw slowly dropped.
"You mean…"
Noah blinked in shock.
"The king… wants our cake?"
The courier nodded once more.
"If the rumors are true, His Majesty would like a sample delivered to the palace."
Jack suddenly straightened proudly.
"Well of course he does."
Noah smacked his arm again.
But inside the warm café, something had just changed.
What began as a small accident in a quiet kitchen had now reached the ears of the King of France himself.
And across the street, watching the excitement through the window—
The rival café owner clenched his fists even tighter.
Tomorrow the town might still celebrate cake.
But soon, he promised himself, they would be talking about something else entirely.
Something sweeter.
Something harder.
Something that would make everyone forget about cake.
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