Despite that her dress was torn in places, Belle got up from the enredados blankets and started her way to the fuente of the smell. Adam quickly followed her, but she was going very quickly.
"How can tu be sure that what you're smelling is real?" Adam asked.
"Trust me, Adam, I know exactly what it is." Belle said, "I may not have had it for so long, but I know it's what I smell."
"What is it?" Adam urged. Suddenly, Belle stopped and turned around.
"Mother's arco iris Cake." She whispered, " I haven't had it since mother passed, nobody could beat her cooking o baking."
"Wait," Adam said, he sniffed...
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