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In today’s episode of bridal meltdown, she is freaking out over the fact that none of the cakes taste whimsical enough.
“What about a banana and chocolate flavored cake,” she says beside me, and the cake artist stares at her in confusion. “Maybe different is whimsical.”
“Pretty sure it doesn’t work like that, ma’am,” the artist replies and her face falls.
I quietly munch on my red velvet cake as I watch the two of them. Cecilia’s cousin and bridesmaid, Rita, sighs beside me. “Why don’t we just throw in all the flavors in the world and call it a whimsical masterpiece.”
“Why don’t we take a break?” I say quickly, before Cecilia gets any ideas.
We head to the ice cream shop down the road.
“Can I get a bottle of water instead? I’m sick of sugar,” Rita says and the attendant screws her face up in confusion.
In the end, Cecilia and her cousin order vanilla ice cream. Me being a sweet tooth, I take my time to look through the list of available ice creams. “What’s rum and raisins?”
“One of our signature ice creams,” the attendant replies.
“Does it have literal rum and raisins?” She nods and I stroke my chin. “Okay, I’ll take it.”
We take our seat as we wait for our order. Cecilia collapses into her chair with a heavy sigh. “This is frustrating.”
“You don’t say,” her cousin replies sarcastically.
“I understand the frustrations of today but we can’t give up just yet.” I pat Cecilia’s sunken shoulder. “We’ll just try another day.”
She looks at me sullenly. “I know I’m not the easiest person to work with. It’s the perfectionist in me; if I don’t get it right, my day will be ruined. I’m really sorry for the trouble I’ve caused.” She looks at the two of us.
Her cousin, who is in the middle of rolling her eyes, looks at her sympathetically. “It’s okay. I’ll just get back at you when I get married.” They both smile at each other and I breathe a sigh of relief. Tension successfully diffused.
Our orders arrive just in time and I immediately take a bite of my ice cream. “You guys have to try this. It tastes amazing.”
They look at me skeptically, but each take a scoop. Their expressions morph into one surprise then shifts to satisfaction.
“I want more of that,” Cecilia says, reaching for another scoop and so does Rita.
“I think I’ve just found my new favorite ice cream,” Rita exclaims.
“It tastes almost…almost…”
“Whimsical,” they say together and realization dawns on them. Twenty minutes later, we are back at the cake shop with another order of ice cream, because we couldn’t get enough of the first. The girls are excitedly explaining what they want the cake to look and taste like.
I return to work happy and satisfied. That is until I meet Jake in my office. “Where have you been?”
I frown at his tone. “With Cecilia. We went cake tasting.”
“I wasn’t notified you left the office.”Maybe because I am avoiding you.
“Tristan was aware.” An unreadable expression passes over his face at my words.
“I came to talk to you about the budget you submitted for the wedding. It’s too expensive. Cut it down.”
“How!” I exclaim, but quickly back track at his expression. “Cutting down the budget will ruin my plans.”
“Well, you should have thought of this before making those plans. This department is supposed to bring in profit for the resort, not deficit.”
Well you should have thought of that before giving your friend a very generous discount.“We are making profit.”
“It’s not enough.” The challenge in his eyes is clear. “If you have a problem with it, by all means take it up with the couple.”
