The Quiet Record of Whispered Vows

Previously

…Chef Antoine preened. “Of course! They are made with imagination and a dash of pure delight!” Lily and Pip continued to munch happily, the tiny cookies disappearing one by one. They were so good, so incredibly good, that Lily found herself reaching for another, and then another. Pip, of course, was more than happy to oblige, his little puppy-face dusted with cookie crumbs. As the last cookie vanished from the plate, Lily noticed something peculiar. Chef Antoine was beginning to fade, his edges becoming translucent. The delicious aroma in the room was also starting to dissipate, leaving behind only the faint scent of paper and pencil lead. “Oh