I flipped through the options.
Vanilla? Too safe.
Lemon? Too tart.
Red velvet? Vanessa hated it.
I stared at a blank page, thinking of Noah. Then it hit me.
Chocolate and peanut butter.
It had been his favorite since we were kids—Mom used to make chocolate peanut butter cupcakes before every soccer game. He’d sneak spoonfuls of frosting when he thought no one was looking.
I smiled as I wrote it down. Chocolate-Peanut Butter, for Noah.
No matter how I felt about his bride, I wanted this cake to be something he’d remember. Something that tasted like home.
