She had no intention of acknowledging Lord Thorncroft. His father’s recklessness had nearly ruined their families. Until a shadow fell over her and he placed a slice of sponge cake before her, its golden layers glistening with jam and cream. “Still your favourite?” he asked calmly. Her heart skipped. As children, he’d always snuck her cake from their parents' tea parties. The bite was sweet, tugging at memories of a friendship long gone.
 
Tastes Like: A freshly baked Victoria sponge cake - fluffy sponge, sweet strawberry jam, and silky vanilla cream.