Baby Taylor Royal Tea Party
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Taylor’s afternoons always sparkled a little brighter with a cup of tea and something sweet on her plate. For her, that golden hour between tasks was sacred—a daily ritual where time slowed just enough to savor buttery pastries or delicate finger sandwiches. Today, though, called for something *extra*. Jessica, her closest friend, was coming over, and Taylor buzzed with excitement. This wasn’t just tea—it was a *party*. The kitchen became her kingdom. Flour dusted the counter like fresh snow as she rolled dough for strawberry shortcakes, their scent already mingling with vanilla-laced custard cooling by the window. Tiered trays awaited cucumber-mint tea sandwiches, their edges trimmed with precision, and a bowl of glossy clotted cream sat beside jars of apricot jam. She arranged macarons in pastel rows, humming as she flicked rose petals over a lemon pound cake. Every detail mattered: polka-dot napkins, mismatched vintage teacups, even the tiny wildflowers plucked from her garden and tucked into milk-glass vases. When the doorbell chimed, Taylor grinned, wiping powdered sugar from her apron. Jessica’s laugh echoed down the hall, followed by the crinkle of gift-wrap—a box of earl grey truffles, because she *always* remembered Taylor’s favorites. Sunlight streamed through the curtains as they settled into plush cushions, plates clinking, stories overlapping. The first bite of a raspberry tart silenced them both, eyes wide. “*You made these?*” Jessica gasped, crumbs clinging to her smile. Taylor leaned back, warmth spreading in her chest. This—the clatter of forks, the steam from the teapot, the joy of sharing something made with care—was happiness, baked golden and served with a side of laughter.
