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On New Year’s Eve, the two sisters buzzed around their kitchen, laughter mixing with the scent of vanilla and sugar as they baked their favorite cupcakes. They piled sprinkles atop fluffy batter, the oven’s warmth fogging the windows while twilight painted the sky. Once the treats cooled, they tucked them into a woven basket lined with checkered cloth, careful not to smudge the frosting. Arm in arm, they hurried to the lakeside, their breaths visible in the crisp air, the basket swinging between them. The water mirrored the first stars as they settled on a quilt, the city’s distant hum fading into anticipation. Unwrapping a cupcake, the older sister grinned, crumbs dusting her scarf as the younger mimicked a toast with hers. A sudden *crack* split the silence—golden light bloomed overhead, then crimson, then sapphire, each explosion rippling across the lake. They leaned into each other, sweetness on their tongues and wonder in their eyes, the fireworks weaving memories into the fabric of their shared years.
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The crisp winter air buzzed with anticipation as twilight draped itself over the lakeside village—New Year’s Eve had arrived, and the sisters’ hands clattered with purpose in their cozy kitchen. Flour dusted their sleeves like powdered snow as they whisked, poured, and hummed, determined to craft their vanilla-scented cupcakes before the night’s grand spectacle. Laughter bubbled between them as they swirled frosting into peaks, dotting each treat with crimson sprinkles like miniature fireworks frozen in time. With the last cupcake nestled in a woven basket, they dashed upstairs, slipping into festive dresses that shimmered like midnight starlight, silk ribbons tied hastily in their hair. Arm in arm, they raced to the water’s edge, skirts fluttering against the frost-kissed grass, just as the first rocket streaked skyward. Eyes wide, they bit into their creations, sweetness melting on their tongues as bursts of gold and cerulean bloomed above the lake, their joyous whispers lost in the crackling symphony of light—savoring each bite, each explosion, as the year dissolved into memory beneath a heaven alive with fire.
