Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the restaurant's website assaulted her eyes. A close-up of the "Velvet Dream" chocolate mousse, her creation, a dessert she had poured years of her time into perfecting. It was beautiful, undeniably so.

Eliza felt a prickle of irritation. She had been so sure the young baker she’d mentored would have the decency to credit her. She had been so wrong. Eliza had given up her own culinary aspirations years ago, opting for a calmer life. She was no longer competing.

She took a slow breath, the air thick with the scent of lilies in her vase. She told herself that her recipe's success was proof of its merit. She, the artist who loved color and texture, had found a way to share her art.