Two years ago. Cams met Gabriel Evangelista on the last day of her baking class. He was the cousin of their instructor, Pia, and she had invited him to help judge their creations for the day. Their last class was a bake-off, and the maker of the best baked goodies could get a business deal, care of Pia and Gabriel. She wasn’t competitive most of the time, but Cams liked the idea of having something else to think about, so she set out to make her two specialties: chocolate revel bars and red velvet cupcakes. She even practiced frosting them at home a lot and enjoyed how something that looked so unassuming could be so pretty and delicious after you dress it up. It was the least she could do—make something pretty that someone would want, even if no one wanted her. “What are you making?” She looked up from her mixer and found herself staring into a pair of brown eyes so dark, they were almost black. Surprised, she took a step back, her hand knocking off an empty cup from the counter.
