Page 47 of Promise Yule Be Mine
"I'm not a monster. Of course I do. It's the best time of the year."
He smiled. "I know it might sound weird, but I love it too."
"Why would it sound weird?"
"Because we live in a Christmas town and Christmas is the busiest time of the year. I know a few people that have a love-hate relationship with the holiday," he said.
"But not you?"
He shook his head.
"That's because you're a happy person," I said. He was, wasn't he? He smiled so much I wondered how his cheeks didn't hurt, and I'd know. People had been asking me the same thing all my life.
No matter how much I promised myself I'd never do anything to hurt Jenna I couldn't stop myself from being absolutely enthralled by her fiancé.
What is wrong with me?
"Th-thanks," he stuttered and he couldn't hide the widening grin on his face.
Oh God. I'm doomed.
I turned up the volume to drown out my thoughts and any further conversation, and was only half successful, but at least it made the journey go by faster and less painfully embarrassing and frustrating than the first half.
We found the cake store and parked up in front of it. I switched on my professional mode once more as I walked up to the door and pushed it open.
A little bell above jingled, alerting the bakers to our arrival, and an older lady with gray hair up in a bun under a hairnet appeared to greet us.
"Hi there, welcome. How can I help?"
I offered her my hand and introduced myself. "We're here for the cake tasting?"
She frowned. "Cake tasting?"
I nodded. "Yeah. For the Kody Campbell and Jenna Torres wedding?"
The woman didn't make any attempt to go through her diary, or laptop, or wherever she stored appointments, she just kept gawking at me. "But…but you canceled."
"We what?"
"Yeah. You emailed last night to say the wedding is no longer going ahead and to cancel the tasting for today."
I turned to Kody who shook his head.
"We didn't. I called you yesterday to make sure everything was okay for the tasting," I told her.
"Yes, and then later in the evening I got your email."
"But I didn't email."
"Well somebody did," she said.
I asked to see the email and she put the pair of glasses hanging off her neck on and retrieved her phone from her apron pocket.
*Apologies for messing you around. I'm afraid we can't make it for the tasting tomorrow and we won't be needing your services after all. The wedding is off.
Kind regards,
Nova Myers.
