PHILIP'S POV
We're now done baking cake. I am amazed that I'd actually make one.
For real, I don't actually know how to bake a cake. But I've asked Miss Sarah for it.
She said that she doesn't know to make one as well and she referred me to our baker.
I didn't knew we had a baker not until now.
Miss Flor, the palace baker, helped me patiently about baking.
She taught me about the basics.
At first she was hesitant to teach me, saying that a Prince shouldn't bake in the first place.
But Miss Sarah talked to her and at the end, he helped me to make one.
It's always a fail. And each day, I learn something new.
She had been so patient with me.
"No, Prince. Not like that" she said as she helped me with the frosting. This part is kinda messy, and very sticky.
Even though I did so many mistakes, her voice is still calm. Doesn't she know how to be mad?
I'm getting furious since she's not getting mad at me. I want her to get mad since I know for sure that I've been making so many mistakes.
Another day, another fail it is. And then morning came and Miss Flor helped me again. Taught me again.
After so many days, finally I baked a good one.
Even the designs are nice.
"good job, Prince Philip. You did well, you improved a lot" she said and I offered her a high five but she refused saying that a Prince shouldn't do those things.
Yeah, right.
I showed Mom the cake and gave her a slice for a taste test. Sophie took a slice as well.
"how is it? how does it taste?" I asked. Kind nervous.
She just gave me a graceful hand movement which means it's fine or delicious or something like that.
And that's it.
That's why I now can bake because of Miss Flor.
I looked at Amelia as she slice the cake and put a slice on her plate. She placed another slice on my plate as well.
"eat well, hmm" she said to me.
Small gestures makes my heart flutter.
She digged in first, she took a bite from the sliced of the cake placed on her small plate using her fork.
Here I am, waiting. I'm much more nervous now than when I made Mom taste my cake.
"how does it taste? is it good?" I asked, nervous.
She showed me a big smile and a thumbs up. She even nodded her head which made her baby hairs fall on her face.
She just ignored that and continued to talk. She's talking on how the cake tastes.
She said that she's so happy that she finally baked one.
Well of course I helped her.
Still, she ignored how her baby hairs fall on her face plus her side bangs.
Which is why while she's talking, I fixed her hair. I tucked her bangs on the back of her ear. She stopped talking at looked at me as if she's so shock.
I also noticed the flour all over her nose. Doesn't that make her sneeze?
I wiped it with a handkerchief.
"you're such a little girl" I commented.
She then pinched my nose.
"and you're such a Dad" she joked. I don't know what that supposed to mean but I guess it's not something good.
"you're so good at baking even though you can't cook" she commented as she take another bite.
"huh? I can't cook?" I asked. I can't cook?
"I can cook" I answered. She shrugged her head.
"no you can't. The expensive Phil can't cook" she said and showed me her tongue. Now, she's teasing me huh.
"I'll show you one day" I said as she keeps on repeating that I can't cook.
It's true though that I can't cook. I only know how to eat what they cook for me.
"Philip can't cook, hah!" she teased and took another bite which is already the last bite from the slice of the cake which she placed on her plate.
I took a glance on my plate and I didn't had even a bite.
"it's yummy, though" she giggled and stood up. She placed the fork and the her plate on the kitchen sink and left the kitchen while still teasing me that I can't cook.
I just let her be. I finished my slice and put the plate and the fork on the sink as well.
And I saw that there's a lot of things on the sink. Of course after baking, there's a lot that needed to be washed. The mixing bowl, fork, measuring cup, measuring spoon and those things.
I don't want my girl wash all of these. Well, I'm already here, I should do it then.
I just stood there and started doing the dishes.
After some moments, I felt her beside me.
How can she walk without any noise. I almost freaked out but then as a cool guy, I just stayed calm as possible.
"so serious" she commented and stood beside me.
For real she looks so small beside me.
She just stood there as well. I want to say something but I don't know what to say.
"so silent, Phil" she said again. What should I respond? I wanna talk to her but I don't know what to say. What am I supposed to say?
"hey, are you mad?" she asked. Huh? I am mad? why?
Why would I be mad?
I was about to say anything when she talked again so I just closed my mouth. "are you mad that I told you that you can't cook?"
My forehead creased. Should I be mad about that? it's true though that I can't cook so what's there to be mad about?
"I'm not mad" I answered.
"see! you're mad" she said and pointed at me. Huh? I'm mad?
"no, I'm not Lia. I'm not mad" I just answered.
"don't be mad, Phil. I'm sorry, okay?" she said and made me face her.
Well, this is good though.
"yes, I'm mad" I said. She looked sad when I said it to her.
She then insisted to do the dishes and pushed me aside.
"I'll do this. I know you're mad, just relax there and reflect, okay?" she said and did the dishes.
I was just joking though. Plus, why would I reflect?
I stood beside her and helped her with the dishes. I don't want her to do this alone.
"I wasn't mad, silly" I joked and splashed some water towards her.
At my shock, she splashed water to me as well but much more big amount of water which made me soaking wet.
I thought she'll panic but she just laughed at me and splashed more water.