The flames were growing bigger. She liked the way they danced in the breeze.
One whiff and it would all be gone.
Macy had been her best friend since third grade. 6 years had passed but April still needed her support on everything she did. She picked up the knife and looked at Macy. The voices in the background rose higher.
Macy met her gaze and silently nodded her head.
The sharp knife faced almost no resistance as she cut through the layers.
April smiled and turned to Macy with a slice of cake as the room erupted in applause.