Truth about a lie

A week later, Larry took me out on another one of our dates. During the past week, Larry came to learn how much I adore cakes and sweets, so he told me he'd take me to a renowned bakery called Velvet desserts for this date.

On the way there, Larry said, "You know, the pastry chef at this bakery used to work for the royal family before he left to open this place."

I looked at him, surprised, "If he used to work for the royal family, that must mean he's incredibly talented."

"He is. You'll see just how talented he is in a short while."

When we pulled up outside the bakery, the building wasn't much to look at. Very modest and ordinary exterior. If it wasn't for the sign on the front of the building, you wouldn't have known it was a bakery.

Larry got out of the carriage first and offered me his hand to help me down. I happily accepted. As I took his hand and walked down the steps of the carriage, he asked me, "This is the bakery I was telling you about. What do you think of it?"

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