“Of course!” Sophie exclaimed, excited that he was excited about her cooking. I had been hoping that there would be leftovers, but Teddy seemed ready to devour several of the little cakes by himself.
“This is the lemon-curd cake,” Sophie explained, cutting a perfectly triangular slice and sliding it on a plate to him and another to Imogen.
“Oh, I’m not eating that. Mika, you eat it.” She shoved the cake to her half sister, who took a large bite.
Teddy put the whole slice in his mouth and chewed loudly. “Man, that’s good cake!” He fist-bumped Sophie, who smiled and cut another piece.
“This one is chocolate sin,” she told Teddy, who gladly ate the next slice.
Evan looked down at the slice Sophie had given him. He reached for a water, conveniently causing him to have to lean over me.
“Should I bring one of these by tonight, and we can explore your sex cake kink?” he said under his breath.
“I don’t have a sex cake kink,” I hissed, trying not to move my mouth.
“I can be your hypothetical man.” Evan cut off a sliver of the cake with the fork, and his blue eyes bored into me as he slowly put the fork in his mouth then licked it off. My panties were immediately wet; I swallowed and shifted in my seat. Evan smirked at my expression.
Imogen’s eyes darted between the cakes on the table, and her mouth slowly turned down to a grimace.
“I just don’t think any of this is acceptable.”
“You haven’t even tried it!” Mika reminded her, a forkful of orange creamsicle cake halfway to her mouth.
“Cake disgusts me. I don’t see why you have to have cake at a wedding. It’s my wedding, and I don’t even like cake,” Imogen stated.
Teddy’s mouth flopped open. “Now wait a minute. This is my wedding too, and I want cake.”
“The wedding is not about the groom!” Imogen screeched. “It’s about the bride! It’s my day, and I don’t want cake.”
“You can’t have a wedding without cake!” Teddy yelled.
“Why can’t we have a fruit platter?” Imogen said.
“We could make a beautiful cupcake tier,” Sophie offered. “I’ve done that before. We use the same batter and add the filling in the center of the cupcakes. I can decorate them with your logo.”
“That’s a nice compromise,” Evan said dryly, taking a swig of his water.
“Oh, who asked you?” Imogen snapped. “You didn’t compromise with Camilla.”
I nudged Evan before he could blow up.
“Normally, we do recommend that cake be provided,” I told Imogen. “Otherwise, people will think it’s strange or think you couldn’t afford it.”
“Cake revolts me.” Imogen crossed her arms. “And if you insist on cake at the wedding, Teddy, maybe there won’t be one.”
“Immie,” her mother soothed. “You can’t call off the wedding just because of cake.”
“We can have a cake, and Elsie can make you a fruit platter on the side,” Sophie cajoled.
“Fine,” Imogen huffed. “We’ll have a cake, but I won’t like it.”
“That’s the spirit!” Evan said sarcastically. I kicked him under the table. He grabbed my thigh, his hand hot against the bare skin.
Teddy nodded and cut himself another slice. “I want all of these flavors,” he told Sophie. “And for decoration, can you put Marvel characters on it? Captain America is so awesome! I want him all over my cake.”
“I think you want him all over your cake too,” Evan whispered in my ear. “I could dress up in the uniform and smear cake all over you.”
I elbowed him in the ribs.
