Chapter 7

Eric's POV

"The cake has to be perfect; nothing like you have ever created. It has to be the most spectacular thing anyone has ever seen. It has to be talk-of-the-town gorgeous", my mother went on describing to the small but first-class baker who sat opposite her.

"Yes, ma'am. We deliver only the best, and yours won't be an exception. "

"Listen to me, it was to be huge. Very tall. We are using a hall with large ceilings, so it has to be much taller than the couple or even the entrance to the hall. It will be bought in through the roof. It must have a grand entrance", she kept describing.

The woman nodded, swallowing hard. "Of course"

Lola interjected. "Make it pink, please. Pink and white with gold edges. Pink is my favourite colour. "

"Pink," the woman noted audibly while writing into a book in her hands.

"Also, please add some tiny gold bells..."

I zoned out of their conversation, which was going on in the li