The season where the noble society moved back to the city just started, and for that, a festivity was held. One that would be followed by many others.

You, eldest child of a famous Patisserie, had the chance to finally make your own name in the world by being the one providing the sweets for the gathering. And so, there you were.

"Mh.. I have to say. Those Macarons are sinfully delicious."

A male voice said, making you look up from arranging a display. It was Prince Dalphon, eating a Sweet.