All she could say was, "Damn!"

"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!"

The Universe hated her. Just as soon as the frosting had been perfectly finished, she dropped the knife on the cake. Nothing was ever perfect.

Sure, she did want to slice the cake early. She had always been tempted to take tastes of it during the course of her baking. She had ignored the growling of her stomach, thinking that in the end, the cake would be perfect.

She had made so many other cakes before. They were perfect, although sometimes the demand for the perfect decoration was unworldly. People were so fickle with their weddings.

Of course, today, her blood-sugar was at an all time low. Everything was going wrong; so the fact that the knife fell onto the cake was just fate's way of saying it was time for her to take just one taste. After all, she couldn't very well sell the cake anymore. It was right there in front of her, ruined, and waiting to be devoured by someone who worked hard and appreciated it.

Unfortunately, she remembered that a rose was to be intricately placed right where the knife had fallen.

The cake was not going to waste after all; nor would it ever be tasted. The woman squeezed a pallid pink rose out of a bag of icing, wondering if she would ever stop working at the bakery.