But Noah was clearly in love. Starry-eyed and naive, the way only someone smitten can be. So when Vanessa asked if I’d help with their wedding, I agreed.
Not for her.
For Noah.
I helped design the invitations, organized the vendors, handled scheduling, and—since I own a bakery—I baked their wedding cake myself. I even covered the catering bill when their original sponsor dropped out last-minute. Weeks of effort, money, and emotional labor.
And on the day of the wedding, I found out I wasn’t even invited.
It started in my studio, the day before the wedding. My counter was covered with sketches—tiers of buttercream, chocolate filigree, delicate florals. I wanted every detail of the cake to reflect love, elegance… and a little bit of nostalgia.
