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Amanda Prowse

  • b3661377095fez uma citaçãoano passado
    A Little Love is dedicated to the woman who never taught me to bake, but did teach me to climb mountains and reach for the sky. She is the person I go to for everything from a cup of sugar to good advice. She has had my back since I took my first breath and my life without her would be no life at all. My mum, Anne, who I love with all my heart.
  • b7259474944fez uma citaçãoano passado
    I need an artiste! Someone who has the eye, the touch and the imagination, someone who can turn sugar paste into pure fantasy, someone who can make the dreams of others into reality!

    This is my description!

  • Alyzza Rominesfez uma citaçãoano passado
    She is the person I go to for everything from a cup of sugar to good advice.
  • b8053699929fez uma citaçãohá 2 anos
    adjusting to her first time in the light.
  • Nadnadfez uma citaçãohá 8 meses
    start of their journey, here among the west London rooftops, living with this assured, worldly woman. Pru followed Trudy down a narrow hallway, noting the way she swept along on her high heels, which made her look refined and sophisticated, sexy. She was going to practise that walk and when she had enough money, buy herself a pair of high-heeled red patent leather shoes, just like Trudys.
  • Nadnadfez uma citaçãohá 8 meses
    The cleaners in their blue nylon tabards and with their hair scraped up into untidy knots were hard at it, buff
  • Carlokolafez uma citaçãohá 7 meses
    She was in a state somewhere between panic and hysteria, and when morning finally came, she would be exhausted from trying not to succumb to either. The morning. It felt very far away.
  • Carlokolafez uma citaçãohá 7 meses
    had some fun: tough times, but happy times. A lifetime ago. Youre the only one I tell everything to, but I know youre a secret-keeper, arent you, my love?
  • Nadnadfez uma citaçãohá 8 meses
    The day that she and Milly had arrived at the six-storey terrace on Kenway Road, they had thought they were invincible, immune to the regrets and recriminations that came with old age. It was the last in a long list of rentals that she and Milly had painstakingly ringed in the small ads, and from the moment they arrived they knew it was the place for them. A statuesque, elegant woman opened the door wearing a silk kimono and smoking a thin cigar in an ivory cigarette holder. She introduced herself as Trudy; she lived in a flat on the top floor. Pru walked to one of two deep-set sash windows on the landing and gazed at the most incredible view of the London skyline, all the way out to Fulham and beyond. She let her eyes skim the horizon and red-brick chimney pots. This would be the
  • Nadnadfez uma citaçãohá 8 meses
    buffing the brass fixtures with yellow dusters and mopping the pale, waxed wooden floor. The sun had started its creep through the large window that displayed the Plum Patisserie logo, working its way up like the revelation of a dancers fan until the whole room was bathed in light. Tiny white rosebuds had been placed in slender, finger-sized vases on every table. The glass display unit they had re-created to mimic those found in nineteenth-century Parisian coffee houses gleamed. The tiered glass cake stands and fancy china plates whose hand-painted flowers and swirls delicately kissed their fluted edges sat shining. Soon they would be arranged with scones full of jam and cream, soft iced buns and frosted sponges; flaky-pastry masterpieces stuffed with marzipan and dotted with an almond would tempt the sweet-toothed, perfect with a cup of hand-roasted French coffee.
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