Coco made one last adjustment to the drape of the forest-green cloth the finished cake rested on. Perfect! The cake was safely settled on a sturdy table inside the entrance to the wedding reception room. Her job was done.
She took a few steps backward and looked with pride at her work. It was quite possibly the best thing she’d ever created. Instead of layers, the cake looked like a rugged snow-covered mountain, a steep trail of tiny hoof prints winding up and around to the summit. Scattered boulders, showing flecks of gray amid the white, blocked the path time and again.
At the top on a plateau stood a blue-eyed unicorn keeping watch. At his side a second unicorn bent his head to drink from a small pool. At the edge of the pool grew a sturdy, young tree on which tiny pink roses bloomed.
