Don't Ask What You Shouldn't

Thankfully, it was just a normal strawberry cake, although still quite fancy and elaborately decorated.

The horrifying thought of something created in her image being carved up and eaten had already sent shivers down Emilia's spine, though. She made a mental note to try staying away from the celebrations hosted by anyone who could possibly do so.

The pot-bellied man smiled widely as he lifted the little party star over his shoulders, making her squeal in delight.

"Happy Birthday to my one and only dearest daughter, Bianca!"

And as the cheerful greetings and applause rang around, the girl was finally let down to pick up the knife.

Although Emilia didn't know what tricks Bianca's dad used to placate her, the little girl seemed quite happy and satisfied as she cut her birthday cake and received everyone's well wishes.

"Happy Birthday Bianca!"

"Happy Birthday!"