A/N: Soooo… I have a poll up on my page that I need you guys to answer, that would help a lot. Sorry for not updating, busy, busy summer. I swear to do better.
Picture of cake in profile. I think it looks pretty. ;) (Did you guys know you could RENT a wedding cake? I don't get it…)
Disclaimer: Own Twilight, Inkheart(awesome story), or Gone With The Wind, I do not. Though I did make up The 1600's, Life For Them by Kali Hill.
I glared at the baker's back as he walked into the kitchen to get the second set of cake flavors.
"Alice, I'm about to throw up. No one needs to eat this much cake in one day." I hissed at her when Mr. Baker was out of earshot. She glanced up at me over her binder and narrowed her eyes.
"Do you expect Edward to taste it? No, you'll be fine. I can see it." The latter part was said very deeply and ominously as she tapped the side of her head. I was still laughing when the baker came back out.
"This one is pumpkin. Delicious, but doesn't work well with stacking more than two layers." He informed us as I grabbed a plastic fork and took a small bite. That wasn't bad.
"I like this one," I stated proudly, taking another forkful and eating that. Alice wrote something down and said,
"Well, so far you liked the pumpkin, lemon, and double chocolate. Would that work? I thought that over for a second. Surely those were flavors everyone could co-operate with?
"That sounds perfect – " Before I could get any farther, Alice drew out two pictures. Both of wedding cakes, but both were totally different. The first was a cake with three tiers that were circles, and various roses stacked on it. There was a red ribbon on the bottom of each layer, which contrasted the white.
The second was beautiful. It had four tiers, and they were each a soft rectangle. Two black ribbons were closely spaced out on the bottom of each step, and the cake itself was placed in every which-way. Flowers adorned the top of the cake and scaled down the side.
"That one!" I said hastily, pointing at the second picture. "What do you think Edward?" He looked at me and smiled.
"I love it, but I have one request… could those flowers be freesia instead?" Edward looked steadily at Alice in the minute before she nodded.
"So, the top two layers are pumpkin, the middle is lemon, and the base is double chocolate? And the poppies replaced with freesia?" The baker asked, studying the photograph. The two of them gazed at me and I nodded.
Alice told the baker final details as Edward and I got up and walked out to the car. It was hot for Forks, a steady 85 degrees. Although in Phoenix, it would be considered a bit cold.
"Are you happy with the cake?" My fiancée asked nervously, like I didn't like his idea.
"I love it. The freesia idea was brilliant, dear." I beamed as I leaned against the car. Edward was beside me as he kissed my head. Hugging his waist, my stomach ruined the moment by growling; obviously angry I had eaten so many different types of cake. I glared at it as Alice came bouncing out.
"What's next?" We had driven to Seattle, so there had to be something else going on.
"Well," Alice began, "I would love to hit some stores to get wedding favors. You and Eddie can do what you want. Just let me grab my bag out of the car before you suck face." She smiled, mimicking an innocent expression. I laughed and Edward growled, probably at the name Eddie.
When Alice left, winking at me over her shoulder, I turned to Edward and tried to appear serious. He smiled and leant down to kiss me, but I all-but-screamed,
"Can we go to the book store?" Edward's face was priceless as he drew back to look at me. He stared at me for a moment, arranging his thoughts.
"Sure," He said after a minute. I started laughing hysterically as I got in the car. He grinned lopsidedly at me.
"I could use a book or two." He agreed with me.
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I had five books in my hands as I crept over to the history section. I scanned quickly, looking for my prize.
"Ah," I sighed as I set my other books down and took out The 1600's, Life for Them by Kali Hill. I read the back silently – it seemed like the book I was looking for. I put it into my pile of now-six books and went to find Edward.
I found him in the Classics section, looking at Gone With The Wind. I raised an eyebrow as I walked over to him.
"Gone With The Wind?" Edward turned to me and grinned.
"Jasper needs a new copy. The old one – which he bought in 1937 – has fallen apart completely. In fact," He continued, "The only parts still together are Part One and Two, but just by four inches." He laughed. "It one of Jasper's favorites. It says it reminds him of his human life."
"I like that book, too." I agreed. I saw Edward eyeing my stack of books with an amused expression.
"What?" I asked innocently as he read through the titles.
"Nothing… but Inkheart? Could you get anymore fictional?" He teased before I stuck out my tongue.
"No comment, Prettyboy." I giggled and paced over to the cash register to purchase my books, leaving him staring after me.
"Hello, welcome to The Book Closet. Is this all?" A bored teenage girl asked, beginning to ring up the items.
"Yes, this is all."
"Alright, you total is sixty-eight dollars. Cash –" She was interrupted as Edward came up behind me and dazzled her.
Show-off.
"Actually," He grimaced as she straightened up, "Could you add these two books on to that bill?" Did he seriously think he was going to buy my books? "I'll pay for them." Apparently. Edward flashed a smile at my glare as he took out his black wallet.
"O-Okay, y-y-your total c-comes t-t-t-to eighty-t-t-t-t-two." She stuttered, blushing slightly. He handed her the money and we paced out of the store.
"You didn't have to buy the books." I muttered and I immediately regretted it. Edward's face pulled into a frown as he looked at me.
"Yes, I did." He argued.
"I'm perfectly fine paying for myself. I don't need to be spoiled. I never was, and I don't think I want to start now." I ranted on until he silenced me by putting a finger to my lips.
"But I want to spoil you, and I think you deserve the world. Plus," He added simply, "I already bought the books."
"Ugh, fine." I muttered as we turned into a small café. And my face fell as I saw certain people inside.
A/N: Random fact about me: I want to star on Broadway. Just thought I would tell you that. I don't like giving you guys cliffhangers – no matter the size.