I turn to Ethan for an explanation. He shakes his head at me, just as puzzled as I am.
Kiara sets the cake on the bar and Colton opens the box. It turns out to be the leftover half of a cake, showing several layers that I can already tell will taste decadent. But what renders me speechless for a beat is the décor of the cake. Entirely white—white roses, white twirly things on the sides, some gold accents.
This is a wedding cake.
Now. Why would Kiara have half a wedding cake?
Why would Kiara be all dressed up (granted, not in white)?
Why would Colton be dressed up at all?
I mean, if they’d been to a wedding together, we’d know, right? There would be a good chance we’d know the couple, so we’d know of the wedding, even if for some bizarre reason none of us were invited.
The strangest, yet most obvious answer pops into my mind, and I’m about to ask for confirmation when Haley beats me to it, laughing. “Did you guys get married?”
Kiara rolls her eyes and blurts, “Ugh. Even that sounds better than what happened,” while Colton looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights.
Oh-oh.
“What the hell is going on between those two?” Ethan whispers in my ear.
My thoughts exactly.