"Merlin, open your mouth. This cake tastes so good!"
Margaret pierced a piece of cake with her fork and held it up to Merlin's lips.
"Merlin, try mine too. This one is much healthier—not too sweet, and it has a tangy aftertaste," Luna interjected, offering her own piece of cake.
"Brother, open your mouth. Aaa…"
Catrine refused to be left out and held her fork out as well.
Seeing the three girls so enthusiastic, Merlin let out a long sigh and ate the cakes one by one.
But with all the flavors mixed together, the taste turned strange.
"The cake… tastes good," Merlin said, forcing a smile.
The three girls rolled their eyes. They knew a cake mixed like that wouldn't taste good. At the same time, they felt embarrassed for competing over something so trivial.
"By the way, the dance session is about to start. How about you begin with me?" Luna suggested eagerly.
Margaret's and Catrine's eyes immediately sharpened. Neither of them wanted to lose, and they quickly interrupted.
