Amy scowled at me.
“Of course he doesn’t like cake. Even if someone served him up a nice, thick slice of moist strawberry cake that any normal man would shove his face into, Sebastian would just ignore it and pretend he didn’t even see it.”
This sounds like a metaphor or maybe a simile.I was a math-and-science guy, not an English-language guy. But I didn’t need a degree in psychology to see that Amy was mad.
Or maybe I should have sent a dick pic.
My brain spiraled back down the response options, all while I tried not to completely lose it and drag Amy back to my house, where I could show her just how much I had appreciated her video.
“Why don’t we start the tasting for those of us who do like cake,” Meg said.
“I don’t think that you’re supposed to be the one liking the cake,” Hunter said with a smirk then looked at me and snorted.
“I like cake,” Meg said with a frown.
“Really?” Hunter asked lightly. “I thought chocolate-covered bananas were more your style.”
“I like bananas, too, but they’re better when deep-fried.”
Amy looked like she was going to deep-fry my banana.
Maybe a nice text would have been better.
Literally anything would have been better than nothing.
Now she’s really not going to want anything to do with you.
“Welcome to the cake tasting!” Sophie said energetically. “While I’m sure all the rest of the wedding will be beautiful, since my fellow Weddings in the City planners are on the job, don’t forget the cake! I believe cake should look beautiful and taste amazing.”
“Amen,” Meg said, clapping.
“Now,” Sophie said, “I know we’re still trying to hammer out the guest list for the wedding, but I have a few ideas here for various styles of cake. You could have a more traditional tiered cake or a more contemporary cake.”
“I like that one because it all looks very structural,” Hunter commented.
“Then that’s the one we’ll do,” Meg decided.
“You don’t want to see the rest?” Sophie asked.
“I’m not sure that style of cake is going to go with the décor and the Victorian elegance of the Broughton estate,” Amy said delicately.
“We can pick a different one,” Hunter offered.
“No, you said you liked that one,” Meg insisted.
“We can have that as the groom’s cake and do a different style for the bride’s cake,” Hunter suggested.
Sophie’s eyes went wide. “This is quite a lot of cake already,” she said carefully. “You could feed several hundred people with it. Maybe it’s not clear in the picture, but it is a large, five-tiered cake.”
“Three of his brothers could demolish one of those tiers,” Meg said. “Besides, that’s too small for the bride’s cake. I want a cake that’s taller than me.”
“It’s going to be an insane amount of cake,” Sophie said, smiling desperately.
“We’re going to have thousands of people at the wedding,” Amy reminded her.
“I thought all of them were eating at the festival.”
“You know,” Meg said thoughtfully, “I think it would be a nice gesture to let everyone in town have a slice of wedding cake.”
