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Bailey covered well from the surprise of the words ‘wedding cake’. “Oh, how wonderful! A wedding! Weddings are the best kinds of celebrations. Did you have a particular flavor in mind?”

“Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I did.”

“Okay, which one?” Bailey asked enthusiastically, wearing a bright smile.

“Whatever the most expensive flavor is. I want the most detailed, the most extravagant, the most expensive cake I can find. I doubt I’ll find it here, but Remi insists we look anyway to give this little hick place the benefit of the doubt.”

“It’s pretty good. Everything she makes is really good, actually,” Remi said.

“Okay, so, I’m thinking you’ll want gold flake on the cake,” Bailey said, her pencil already in hand as she started making notes in her order book.

“Is it real gold?” Olivia asked condescendingly. “I don’t want any yellow frosting trying to pass for gold.”

“Oh, no! I would never do that. You obviously have the most exquisite tastes. I’m talking 24k edible yellow gold flake. We’ll apply it to the cake, which will be frosted in pristine white so that the gold is offset and accentuated perfectly. Gold is perfect to highlight your sacred union,” Bailey said. “Oh, and maybe pineapple filling to match the gold.”

“No!” Remi snapped. “I don’t want any gold at all. None!” he practically snarled.

Olivia’s face turned into a mask of anger. “I want gold! It’s my wedding, and you said I can have whatever I want!”

“Not gold!”

“Why not?!” she whined.

“It means something in my family and I don’t want it in our wedding,” Remi insisted.

“But I want it! You’re allowing your family to ruin my day! I said yes because I thought that you’d put me first, and you wouldn’t have your family disrespecting me anymore, but I was wrong,” she said haughtily, attempting to cry, despite the fact that no tears were present. If you can’t give me what I want in something as simple as a wedding, then I don’t want to do this, because you’re not going to treat me well on anything.”

“’Livi, that’s not the case, and you know it,” Remi said.

“Really? Then what is this? Why can’t I have gold?”

“I just don’t want it,” he said.

“I heard somewhere that gold indicates soul mates, in some cultures anyway.”

Olivia’s mouth fell open. “Is that why? Your family believes that gold means soul mates and you don’t believe I’m yours?!” she demanded.

Remi flicked a hateful glance at Bailey who just smiled sweetly at him.

“I demand gold on my wedding cake. And I demand gold for everything in our wedding! In fact, I’m even wearing a gold dress!”

Remi closed his eyes and sighed before opening them again. “Fine. Doesn’t matter what my family does or doesn’t believe anyway. I don’t have a family anymore.”

Olivia smiled brightly and clapped her hands in front of herself gleefully before she leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth. “It’s okay, baby,” she said through pouty lips, “I’m your family now! They don’t deserve you.” She didn’t even wait to see if he agreed or not, she just turned back to Bailey and pointed at the order book Bailey had been taking notes in. “Lot’s of gold.”

“Got it,” Bailey said.

“Is pineapple the most expensive filling?” Olivia asked.

“They’re pretty close in cost, all the fillings, I mean. But I’m thinking something with truffles and white chocolate, maybe some exotic fruits, too, like guava and passion fruit, maybe some dragon fruit. We could make multiple layer cakes with each layer having alternating truffles and white chocolate with the fruits all placed on connecting pedestals of varying heights.”

Olivia scowled. “I don’t understand.”

Bailey shot Remi an are-you-kidding-me look, but immediately went back to the customer service she prided herself on. “Well, imagine eight or nine cakes, all layer cakes, with offset pedestals to hold them all at different levels, almost like different levels of a fountain, and on each level is a different flavor filling, along with the white chocolate truffles, and all covered in gold flake, of course.”

“Ohhhhhhhh, can we make it a fountain, like with champagne?”

“I guess we could look into it. I’m not sure it’s ever been done, but I can look into it.”