The Missing Ingredient

The sweet scent of melting butter and warm vanilla drifted down the wide hallway of the villa, drawing Sylvie toward the kitchen. When she stepped onto the polished tile, she stopped. Fifteen-year-old Sadie stood over the expansive marble island, glaring murderously at a thick cookbook dusted with white powder. A metal bowl sat before her, holding an unpromising mixture of lumpy sugar and hardened