Page 37 of A Christmas Adventure

When Olga leaves her house, the two exchange an electrifying look that paralyzes their bodies. Both have to contain the urge to greet each other with a kiss and settle for a brush of hands when Olga places herself next to Violeta to start the march towards the bakery.

"Well," says Maite when they're already in the kitchen. "Have you thought about what you're going to do?"

"I'm going to make a traditional recipe," says Olga, "I'll be happy if it turns out good."

"No matter how traditional it is, none of us make it the same, I'm sure it will be delicious. And you, daughter, will you also make it traditional?" Maite asks with interest.

Yesterday Olga took advantage of a moment when the two dedicated themselves to go for a coffee alone and asked her to support Violeta a little. She tried to be very subtle in her comment, avoiding mentioning that it affected her daughter a lot that she didn't trust her, but Maite not only guessed that, but also realized that the trust between Olga and Violeta was much greater than she suspected.

"Traditional, yes, but I'm going to add an extra ingredient."

"Oh, really?" Maite smiles pleased by her dedication. "And what is it?"

"You'll guess when you try it, that is if I don't burn it, of course," she says with a touch of sarcasm.

Maite approaches her smiling and, drawing her in with a hug, kisses her cheek.

"I know you're not going to burn it, and I'm sure it will be delicious too. I'll leave you, because thanks to you two, I'll have to attend to the people," she reproaches them with a wink.

"What ingredient is that?"

Olga approaches Violeta as soon as Maite leaves them alone, grabs her by the waist and pulls her towards her until their hips collide and their lips crash in a soft and tender kiss.

"I'm not telling you, you'll copy," Violeta answers, hanging from her neck.

Olga laughs and squeezes her more tightly between her lips, burying her face in the hollow of her neck to soak up her scent.

"I really want to make love to you," she whispers, causing spasms in Violeta's body.

"Don't say that now," she asks with her voice strangled by the agitation she feels, "you're distracting me."

"But it's true, I'd put you on top of one of these tables and eat you whole."

Olga bites her neck, Violeta's vision blurs and so does her mind.

"You're a bitch, you're doing it so my king cake doesn't turn out well," she jokes, clinging to her like a lifesaver.

They both look towards the door when they hear footsteps and separate sighing to check with relief, that it's a false alarm and whoever passed by there, didn't want to enter the kitchen.

"Get away from me," Violeta points at her with a threatening finger, although her pulse is so overflowing that she barely knows what she has to do.

Olga winks at her and blows a kiss in the air as she walks backwards towards what will be her table. Located just over a meter away from Violeta.

"Okay, let's focus," says Olga before drinking some water.

"Yes, please," Violeta thanks with a smile, although she can't help but dedicate several glances to her.

Then she takes out her mother's notebook and places it on the table open to the page of the recipe she has chosen and which now has a couple of notes that she herself has added.

"What's that?" asks Olga with curiosity, while preparing what she needs.

"The recipe notebook my mother gave me."

Olga narrows her eyes amused.

"That's cheating," she says and points at her.

"Actually, it's not. If she gave it to me, it means the recipes are mine now, plus, I've modified it."