"Amazing as always Tony," Christian compliments as he takes the knife from our friends hand.
The cake is so beautiful and it's almost a shame we have to cut Into it. Almost.
Christian hands it to me and moves his on top, guiding my movements through the top layer
expertly.
Everyone watches Tony plate the slice for us and Christian picks up two forks, pulling both out
of my reach quickly.
"If you use this to launch cake in my face or 'accidently' miss my mouth-"
"I won't," I assure him taking the utensil. Not today anyways.
He eyes me with doubt as I lift the plate and we each take a chunk, raising the cake to each other
mouths as I tradition.
I bite Into the caramelized vanilla at the same time my husband does and smile at the
thought. My husband. People clap and we let To
