A recipe of love

Cake

As the first light of dawn crept through her window, Margaret awoke feeling refreshed. The soft chirping of birds outside beckoned her to rise. After dressing in a light muslin gown, she made her way to the dining room for breakfast. The table was laid out with care, featuring freshly baked bread, golden butter, and a pot of fragrant tea. Margaret poured herself a cup, savoring the warmth that spread through her fingers, and spread the butter generously on a slice of bread. Each bite was a perfect combination of crisp crust and soft, airy center, and she relished the simple pleasure it brought her.

After breakfast, she decided to take advantage of the pleasant weather. Slipping on her hat, she ventured outside for a leisurely walk around the estate. The gardens were in full bloom, vibrant colors contrasting beautifully against the verdant backdrop. As she strolled along the winding path, she found herself drawn to a secluded pond, its surface glimmering under the midday sun. Without a second thought, she stepped closer, the cool water inviting her to dip her toes in.

Margaret removed her shoes and waded into the pond, the refreshing water enveloping her legs, sending delightful shivers up her spine. She splashed playfully, enjoying the liberating sensation of being immersed in nature. After a brief swim, she settled on the grassy bank, feeling the warm sun on her skin. Reaching into her basket, she pulled out a book she had brought along-**"The Tenant of Wildfell Hall"** by Anne Brontë.

Lost in the pages, Margaret read with fervor, the story captivating her imagination as she admired the protagonist's strength and resilience. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, her eyelids grew heavy, and she succumbed to a peaceful nap, the gentle rustle of leaves lulling her to sleep.

Upon awakening, Margaret realized midday had arrived, and she reluctantly made her way back inside. The smell of savory food greeted her as she entered the kitchen. The staff had prepared a delightful meal of roasted chicken, seasoned to perfection, served alongside buttery mashed potatoes and vibrant green peas glistening with a touch of olive oil. The colors on her plate were as inviting as the aroma wafting through the air.

As a finishing touch, Nathaniel had baked a lemon drizzle cake that sat proudly on the counter, its surface glistening with a sweet, sugary glaze. The cake was light and airy, infused with the tangy zest of fresh lemons, giving it a bright yellow hue that made it a feast for the eyes as well as the palate. Margaret couldn't resist the temptation and eagerly helped herself to a generous slice after finishing her savory meal.

In the evening, feeling content, she wandered into the drawing room, where she found Nathaniel and a few staff members engaged in lively conversation. "Thank you all for a splendid dinner," she said, her voice warm with gratitude, directing her gaze to Nathaniel. "And Nathaniel, your cake was a delightful treat."

He turned to her, a pleased smile breaking across his face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Madam. It was my pleasure to bake for you."

As the others began to take their leave, Margaret felt a sudden impulse. "Nathaniel," she called out, her heart racing slightly. "Would you consider teaching me to bake?"

Nathaniel's eyebrows lifted in surprise, and then a grin spread across his face. "I would be honored, madam. I would love to share my skills with you."

"Shall we say every Saturday?" Margaret suggested, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "It would be a delightful way to spend the day."

"Every Saturday it is," he replied, nodding in agreement. "We shall whip up some delectable creations together."

The next morning, Margaret rose with renewed purpose. She gathered the household staff and shared her plans with them. "I've decided that every Saturday, I shall take the day off to learn baking from Nathaniel," she announced. "You all deserve a break, so I will ensure you have the day free as well."