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“Then it works out perfectly. I know Kayne loves chocolate and vanilla. We can meet at Cake Pie in twenty minutes.”

“Cake Pie in twenty minutes. Thanks, Sarai.”

“No problem. see you soon.”

Laikin: You good?

Me: I’m perfect baby.

Laikin: Sarai will call you about the party details.

Me: I just talked to her and meeting her in a few minutes.

Laikin: Keep me updated.

Me: Thank you, Laik.

I would save the talk I had with Virgil for later and not spoil his race today with my drama. As long as Kayne was healthy and safe, that was the only thing that mattered.

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Sarai waved her hand in the air, getting my attention in the crowded bakery. I strolled over to the table filled with cake samples and bent down over her, my arms held out for a hug.

“Take a seat. I just got here.”

I placed my purse on the back of my chair. “Sorry, a busy day of running errands.”

“Please, don’t worry. Your man has me running crazy busy. Did he tell you about the magazine interview I scheduled for you both?”

One of the staff members set a glass of water in front of me. “No. What interview?”

“I was able to get you a couples interview and photoshoot together. I thought it would be perfect as an introduction to the world.”

“Ugh, I hate being in the spotlight.”

Sarai removed a folder from her bag and flipped through the pages. “I promise it will be tasteful and nothing too crazy.”

“Okay.”

“So, I wanted to let you know that the party is set and ready to go with a Spiderman theme. I wanted to finalize the cake since we’re three weeks out.”

“Kayne loves chocolate and vanilla. I try to not give him too many sweets, but it’s a special occasion.”

“I understand, and I have it planned to be a cake for everybody, and cupcakes on the side.”

Sarai dragged her finger from the front of the sheet to the next page, showing the pictures of the cake samples.

“He’s going to love that with the Spiderman shaped cake.”

“Awesome! He’s so cute and I thought having people wear shirts with his face on them would be good.”

“Laikin has fought me on paying for everything, but I do think I should contribute something.”

The cake chef appeared at the table with a portfolio of her work. “Hello, Sarai. Are you ready to sign off?”

“Padma, this is Amena, Kanye’s mother.” Sarai introduced us, and I stuck my hand out to shake hers.

“Nice to meet you, Padma.”

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