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I quickly pour a bowl of cereal, add some milk, grab a spoon, then sit back in front of the computer. "Okay, so how did you set your wedding date? Did it have any significance?"
Lori's face comes rushing into the screen. She has a little bit of flour on her cheek. Da
"Not yet, but we're talking about it."
Her face looks bright. "That's so exciting! And no, we just had a timeframe of when we wanted to get married. We picked three resorts and called to see if they were available. They all were, so we chose our favorite."
"It was a really pretty resort. We had a fun weekend. Not that your wedding wasn't great, but Phillip was pissed at me, which sort of made it seem not as pretty."
"You look ta
"A little. We laid out in the sun a lot. You should see Phillip. He's way darker than I am."
"He always gets ta
"I know. It's sexy."
Lori sighs, "At least you don't burn like I do. So what do you think you want? Maybe you should start by picking a season. Which sounds best? Winter, spring, summer, or fall?"
I go out on a little limb when I say, "I was thinking a winter wedding might be pretty."
Da
"I don't know when. I just thought winter might be cool. It might be next winter."
"Why would you wa
"Did people give you crap about that?" I'm a bit concerned about this part.
Lori says, "My parents were sure I was pregnant. That pissed my dad off a bit. I assured them that I wasn't, and they got over it. They love Da
Da
"She did?" I pause and let out a sigh. "I have been dragging my feet a bit on the wedding pla
Lori says, "I've noticed that, but why? You love Phillip."
"It's just hard without my parents. Like my mom would've helped me find the most amazing dress. I went shopping with Katie and Lisa, and I have no idea what I want. Well, I guess I know what I don't want. I don't wa
"Jay..." Da
"And the Macs are great, but Phillip's mom is so like.....she's..." I struggle for the right word.
"She's a steamroller," Lori says.
I nod my head at her. "Yes. And I don't wa
Da
"You know your dad's been there for me through like everything."
"I know, Jay."
"I wa
"What do you mean?"
"I wa
Da
"I feel bad though. I feel like all I ever do is go out there, eat your mom's ci
Da
Lori's face pops back onto the screen. "Jade, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that's why you've been dragging your feet. I've been pushing you on pla
Da
"Oh...uh...hang on," she says. She quickly runs off the screen.
"Where's she going?" I ask as I take a bite of my cereal.
Da
I drop the spoon back in my bowl. "Nice. I think on that note, I'll say goodbye."
My phone buzzes with a text.
Phillipbaby<3 I love you. We're go
And that motivates me. I pop on a popular wedding pla
Cake.
I love cake, specifically white wedding cake.
And what's the deal with brides lately? They get all creative on this part. The last two weddings I went to had all these flavors of cake, and not one of them was white!! Another wedding we went to had white cake, but they ruined it by adding a gross lemon filling.
Don't brides know that white wedding cake and an open bar are the only two reasons people go to weddings?
I know that's one tradition I'm not going to mess with.
My cake will be white. Plain white cake with chocolate frosting. That's the cake my mom made me every year for my birthday.
I also want fluffy frosting, not the stuff that looks like cardboard.
I start clicking through photos of cakes. There are over two thousand cakes to choose from. They're all really beautiful. I've saved photos of some that are really pretty. I'm not sure if I've found the dream one yet, but I know this.
I want some cake. Badly.
I run to the store, buy a cake mix, bake some cupcakes, and make my mom's chocolate buttercream frosting.
Phillip comes home for lunch while I'm frosting. As he walks in the front door, he says, "Yum. What smells so good?"
I hold up a freshly frosted cupcake. "Cupcakes."
"I thought you were supposed to be pla
"I was looking at cakes."
He laughs. "Let me guess, made you crave cake?" He grabs a cupcake and puts half of it in his mouth.
"Yes, I've decided one thing. I'd like to have white cake with chocolate frosting. Sound good?"
He shoves the last half of his second cupcake into his mouth. "You can have anything you want. Especially if I can have what I want."
"What do you want?"
He sticks his finger into the bowl of frosting, smears chocolate down the side of my neck, and then licks it off.
"Phillip!" I scream playfully.
While he's licking my neck, I shove my whole hand into the frosting bowl. I attempt to smoosh it onto his face. He's too strong though. He grabs my arm, so I only manage to get a little bit on his cheek.
"Want me to lick it off?" I ask with a laugh.
He grabs more frosting and smears it down my arm.
I still have frosting all over my hand, so I try again to get his face.
He grabs me, spins me around so my back is to him, and then grabs my hand and rubs it across my face. "Ha! You're putting it on yourself!"
Pretty soon, we're in the midst of a full-fledged frosting war.
I throw a chunk of frosting at him. It hits his shirt. "Oh, you're in trouble now. You got it on my shirt!"
He pulls his shirt off, grins sexily, takes a step closer to me, and pulls mine off too. He smears frosting down the front of me then slowly licks it off. He says, "This is an awfully pretty bra. It'd be a shame to ruin it with chocolate."
"Well, it wasn't your mother's kitchen island, but it wasn't too bad."
He laughs at me.
"What?"
"You should see yourself. You have chocolate all, like everywhere. You need a shower."