Sweet Like Cinnamon

Cleo changed into a pair of purple sweatpants and a purple sweatshirt. She slipped on a pair of purple, sparkly flip flops and made her way over to her bathroom. After touching up on her light makeup, she swished her brown hair back into a casual high pony. Making sure her blue jewel necklace (the one from Mako Island) was in place, she turned off the lights and made her way down the stairs, seeing an anxious Lewis sitting at the glass table tapping his keys.

"Excited?" Cleo asked, giggling. She made her way over to him.

"A bit. Ready?" he questioned. Cleo nodded and he left the house with her, opening the door to his Jeep to let her in. getting in himself, he placed the keys in the hole and turned them, putting the car in ignition, and started driving to her surprise place.

Rikki on the other hand was going a bit more on the fancy side. She made her way into a red strapless dress that stopped at the knees and pulled her curly hair into a bun, letting some wavy pieces fall in her face. She secured the bun with a jeweled red clip, and did her makeup a little bit darker than Cleo's. For shoes, she slipped on a pair of high heeled red ones with a sparkly heel. Instead of wearing her blue jeweled necklace, she removed it and put on a gold necklace with a pair of gold earrings and gold bracelet. Making sure her engagement ring was in place, she grabbed her purse and left the house, ready to meet Zane at the pier.

Emma was turning off the Open sign lighting the shop window as Ash was removing the money from the cash register. "300, 330, 335, and…350. We made 350 dollars today," Ash grinned. He was proud him and Emma's shop was so popular.

"That's great!" Emma praised. She walked over to him and handed him a notebook. While removing her apron and ponytail, she explained, "I took a tally of everything the customers bought, and it turns out, our cinnamon rolls and cinnamon flavored coffee sell the most."

"Great…and…why'd you need to do this?" Ash asked. He knew Emma always felt the need to do this, but now he really didn't know why she wanted to know what customers bought the most.

"Because Ash, if we start selling more cinnamon related products, this place would be a gold mine. All we have to do, is knock off the least favorite product, which is the banana nut muffins."

"…the least favorite product is the BRAN muffins, Em," Ash concluded, looking at the tallied list.

"That's different. People need some health in their body," Emma scorned, snatching back the tally list. "It's not all about the cakes and cookies."

"Ok, sorry," Ash said, putting his hands up. Emma took the money from Ash's hands and split him half.

"See you tomorrow," she smiled playfully, and left the store, locking up after her. She always locked the front door when she left, and Ash always locked the back door. Emma thought it'd be more quick and efficient this way.

Rikki parked her Lexus by the pier and stepped out of her car. Making her way down the pier, she saw a familiar figure in a black, long sleeve shirt and jeans. "Hey," she smiled when she made her way up to him. Giving him a hug, she resided back to her normal position.

"Wow…you look…great," Zane stared, in awe.

"Thanks. So, what's up? Why'd you tell me to come here?"

"Well…I needed to show you a few things."

"Like?"

Zane grinned and snapped his fingers twice. A lady walked out from behind a wooden stand on the pier holding a binder and dressed in a business outfit. "This is Natashia," he said.

"…Natashia?" Rikki asked, confused.

"Yup. Our wedding designer."

"W-wedding designer! Already!"

"Hey, the sooner the better. Besides, my dad wants grandkids and he's getting old," he joked. "Natashia, this is Rikki."

"So nice to meet you," she smiled, shaking hands with Rikki.

"Uh…you too…Zane…don't you think you're going a little crazy with this?"

"No. all great weddings have a wedding designer. And I pictured ours a huge wedding, gold chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, white clothed tables in the dining room…Natashia I hope you're writing all this down."

Natashia nodded and began writing.

"Zane, that's so cheesy. Everyone does that. Don't you wanna be different? I was thinking just you, me, and a little group of people on the beach. No aisle or anything, and the priest pronounces us man and wife in front of a small, white veil."

"Uh, no Rikki, you're getting it all wrong. No one wants a little wedding, that's for poor people, not people trying to be 'special'."

"Well, I think it's a good idea," Rikki defended, offended.

"Just let me do all the talking and everything should work out fine, ok?" Zane ordered, and continued giving Natashia ideas.

Author's Note: Uh-oh. Trouble with Zikki again. Will they agree? Where's Clewis going on their surprise?