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Mason: How’s it going, sweetheart? You doing okay?

A door closes at the top of the stairs I glance up and see the bride and a wo with her in my direction I look down and quickly type my response

Me: I’ll let you know in abeside the table, I claspto breathe It’s a challenging task, and one I ht now does have it’s allure I’lla hand to her lued to the cake

I don’t knohat to do I debate on giving this disaster a right shove and fleeing out the doors behind me

"Oh,steps and stops in front of the table She fans her face "Shit! I’ to cry I can’t cry" She cuts esture at the cake I pray I don’t vomit all over it "I’m s-so sorry The floeren’t the easiest for ood It’s at least edible"

"What?" she laughs,her arms around me "You’re so funny I love it!"

"You do?"

"Yes!" She releases me and admires her cake "The flowers are perfect They look just like ht, Mo" She giveslady"

I look froain "Umthank you Dylan, our main baker, is on bedrest so I did this by myself I was really nervous I ate some of the practice one I did"

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