Epilogue
Life is short. Eat the cake
JENNIE
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One year later
In all the times I've dreamed about my wedding, I never saw it happening in Central Park. Sure, it is beautiful, and I have had a thousand brides dream up fall, winter, spring, and even summer weddings here that I've helped bring to life, but it has never been for me. Until Lisa made me see the beauty in it.
A little more than a year ago, she pulled me into the water conservatory, and the two of us found ourselves soaking wet in Central Park in the middle of winter. That was the day she realized she loved me. Of course, Lisa decided to keep that little tidbit under wraps for a lot longer.
So, in front of thirty of our closest friends and family, today we said "I do" under a gorgeous spring sky surrounded by the Cherry Blossoms east of the Boathouse. Lisa had suggested the conservatory water, where we both fell in, but I vetoed it on account of not wanting a repeat, especially in my wedding dress.
Now, I stare at my wife as she picks up a small piece of the cake we just cut. Her grin has mischief written all over it, and I know exactly what she's about to attempt to do because ruining cake is as much a part of our weekly lives as it is on our wedding day. I know exactly what she intends to do, because I'm right there with her.
Several flashes go off as I lift my hand to her face and pose for a picture. She does the same. All at once, we smash it into one another's faces. We're both in hysterics, as are our wedding guests. With an arm wrapped around my waist, Lisa draws me near and kisses the frosting from my mouth. "We're taking some of this home tonight, right?"
I laugh. "There's already a special treat in our room at the Waldorf."
She growls and kisses me again. "This is why I love you, Mrs. Manoban."
"Because I feed your fetish for cake?"
"Because you let me feed yours." She winks. "Well, that and your grumpy cat, and this very fine ass I can't wait to get a hold of after the reception."
"Seems like you've got a pretty good grip on it already." I chuckle and draw her in again for another kiss. "And I love you too."
"Even when you hate me?"
"Especially when I hate you."
"I knew it." She grins, slides her hand behind my back, and dips me. I squeal, feeling the ground race toward me, but Lisa has me. She always did. She leans in and kisses me beneath a shower of falling cherry blossoms. I feel the passion in her kiss, taste the frosting on her lips, and wonder how life could possibly get any sweeter.
THE END
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