Tessa’s POV
Same day, evening time - four days to wedding.
Both my hands are placed on my steering wheel as I sighed heavily, exhausted from a day of searching for the perfect wedding cake, I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. I had visited countless bakeries, tasted an array of disappointing desserts, and encountered some... interesting characters. Like that first poor man, whose creations were so atrocious, I wondered how his business remained afloat. I shuddered at the memory of his enthusiastic presentation, each new recipe more cringe-worthy than the last. It was as if he believed quantity would make up for quality! I chuckled, relieved that I escaped his clutches without any permanent damage to my taste buds.
But despite the humor, my frustration lingered. I stil
