Control
On New Year’s Eve, the two sisters eagerly planned to watch the fireworks shimmer over the lake, but neither wanted to enjoy the spectacle without something sweet to savor. They agreed to bake their favorite cupcakes first—soft vanilla batter flecked with zest, dolloped into colorful liners, and baked until golden. As the oven hummed, they whipped fluffy frosting, laughing as they debated sprinkles versus edible glitter. Once cooled, they piled the cupcakes into a woven basket, wrapped themselves in cozy scarves, and hurried to the lakeshore. Nightfall draped the sky in velvet, and as the first firework erupted—a chrysanthemum of light—they bit into moist cake, sweetness mingling with the smoky scent of sparklers, the lake mirroring bursts of color above.
description
On New Year’s Eve, the sisters vowed to greet midnight by the lake, fireworks painting the sky above the water—but neither could imagine the celebration without their beloved cupcakes. The kitchen hummed with warmth as they sifted flour, cracked eggs, and whisked batter, their chatter blending with the oven’s quiet whir. Once the treats cooled, frosted and nestled in a basket, they slipped into silken dresses, ribbons tied with care, and hurried to the shore. Darkness fell, and the first spark burst overhead, gold and crimson blooming as they bit into sugary perfection, the night alive with laughter, light, and the taste of shared joy.
