Weasley, Amora Adele. Molly and Arthur Weasley's gorgeous daughter, the youngest of the Weasley triplets, Fred and George. The redhead clan's first daughter. She is a prefect and the Captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, playing as a chaser.
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"She always looks beautiful."
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Amora's POV
"How does it taste?" I ask curiously to Bill and Fleur.
Right now I'm with Fleur and Bill, helping them decide on their wedding cake with the same baker I had for my wedding.
Jennifer, the baker, smiles as she holds a tray of more flavors, "We have the time and many other flavors that you guys can choose from."
Bill shrugs, "They all taste great," while Fleur tilts her head and looks thoughtful as she replies, "I think this one is a bit too sweet-"
Both Bill and Fleur have different taste buds and different choices of flavors. Bill agrees that every flavor they have tried as of now is the one while Fleur is a tad bit picky.
I smile, "Maybe- you guys wanna try coconut? Coconut cake is a fantastic choice if you guys like tropical flavors. It can have coconut cream inside of it or be served with coconut buttercream."
Jen nods in agreement, "Not a lot of people like it- but its worth a try." She offers them both the slice of coconut cake.
They both took a small slice on it and gave a slight grimace.
"Or maybe not coconut-" I hum after seeing their reaction.
Jen looks thoughtful, "Do you both like maybe something with nuts?"
Bill shook his head, "I like it. Fleur's allergic. And something me and Fleur talked about is that this cake has to be shared with everyone. So we'd rather not risk a guest having an allergic reaction to it,"
I hum and nodded, "Okay- we can go for a safer one, tiramisu cake? The layers of coffee-soaked sponge cake and mascarpone cream in tiramisu cake are reminiscent of the traditional Italian delicacy."
Fleur beams and Bill looks confused, as Fleur notices this, she nudges him, "It's the one dessert that Mors made last time. The one you brought home because you loved it so much-"
