For the twentieth time, Lina sighed as she looked at the cakes in the oven, which were baking unevenly. They were coming out wrong, and that wasn't what she needed, at least not now. She hissed out with frustration as she turned towards the stacked cakes she had also trimmed badly.
This was the worst she had ever done in her years of baking, and these mistakes were because of the distractions from the insistent calls on her phone.
Her face wreathed into a scowl as she glanced at her phone to see him calling again!
The hell Pete Hudson!
It was his third call in the last four hours, and if she wasn't answering, couldn't he just take a clue that she wasn't interested in talking to him?
Sighing in anger, she muted the phone and tossed it into an empty baking bowl. She had no time for this, she told herself as she sank down on her working stool.