of lemon cakes and hugs
summary: It was at the end of the in day, at the end of baking lemon cakes, when she began to move past her rose-tinted infatuation, and into something much brighter.
a/n: … Okay, I’ll admit that this was mainly written because I really do miss my school’s cookery classes. I took it as a final subject to get a qualification out of, and I loved it. …Even if I did make a plate shatter into a casserole… we don’t speak of that. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy!
Autumn had taken her paintbrush, and swept it across the entire horizon. Splatters of red and yellow had engulfed the green lands of summer, made the air more crisp, and sent a pleasant chill up Marinette spine whenever she took a step outside.
She adored this season. Pumpkin-spiced lattes, cute coats and hats, and the glorious sunset that made it look like the sky was on fire… everything to her was worth drawing, worth writing down to remember. Everyone could have their summers and springs, but she was fine with the crisp air of Autumn.
Marinette sighed as she looked at the picture-perfect outdoors, and turned back to sifting the flour into the bowl.