Julie, still entranced by the dessert, hummed in agreement—then suddenly froze.
She blinked and then slowly, very slowly, she turned to look at Isabelle.
"…Wait." She said, dread creeping into her voice. "Why do you have to tell him?"
And, Isabelle, in a matter-of-fact manner, responded casually—
"Because my Young Master was the one who made them, of course."
Julie choked.
Literally choked on the dessert.
"WHAT?!"
She coughed violently, nearly dropping the half-eaten cake as she pounded her chest to recover. Isabelle, completely unbothered, calmly reached for a glass of water and handed it to her.
Julie took it without question, still sputtering in disbelief.
"Cassius made this?" She demanded once she had regained the ability to speak.
Isabelle nodded. "Yes."
"Cassius made the best dessert I have ever tasted in my life?"
Another nod. "Yes."
Julie stared at her, horrified.
"…You're lying."
Isabelle chuckled. "I wouldn't lie about something like this, Miss Julie."
