But it turned out she was just a replacement. Now that the real girlfriend was back, whether the substitute's hands could still make desserts no longer mattered.
Wiping away her tears, Ivana opened her email and found the invitation from the French Le Cordon Bleu Academy when she won the dessert competition five years ago.
Back then, because she couldn't bear to leave Ernest, who had collapsed after Sydney left, she gave up on that opportunity everyone envied.
Nowadays, Ivana wanted to go again but didn't know if she still could. After some thought, Ivana sent an email to them, attaching her various awards over the years.
While waiting for a reply, Ivana also researched other schools and their admission requirements. But the one she wanted most was still Le Cordon Bleu.
Researching schools, checking flights, consulting about rental apartment ... Ivana busied herself until evening.
Ernest's call came through, "Ivana! Didn't learn your lesson last time? Where's the cake?" his voice sounded furious.
Sydney's voice clearly came through, "Ivana must've been caught in traffic again. Why you be so harsh with a woman? She might be scared."
Ernest commanded again, "Ivana, I'm telling you, three minutes. Right now. Deliver the cake immediately!"
Ivana held the phone and replied calmly, "I said I can't make it."
"You've gotten spoiled, haven't you?" Ivana could already picture Ernest furiously pacing on the other end of the line.
Over the years, Ivana had always gone along with Ernest. Getting up in the middle of the night to make cakes was nothing unusual, she had never said no before.
"I can't do it. That's it. I can't." After speaking, Ivana hung up and put her phone on silent mode.
Patients needed rest. Ivana told herself this and acted on it, asking the nurse to turn off the lights and going to sleep.
The phone screen switched from call after call to countless incoming messages. The screen's light bothered Ivana, so she flipped the phone over, screen down.
Ernest, whether you're happy or not, whatever you want to eat, whoever you want to eat with, it has nothing to do with me anymore.
After a good night's sleep, Ivana saw dozens of missed calls and hundreds of messages on her phone and felt it was ridiculous. For a cake, Ernest could persistently call and text her this many times.