The days leading up to the Tea Party were grueling; Wyleen started her day at 3 am to work with the pastry chef, spending two days trying to get the mochi doughnuts just right for her bridegroom’s palate. Next was training that started after breakfast, upon Katakuri’s request. By noon, she was exhausted, but still had to press on, making decisions about something pertaining to the wedding. Her dress, the colours, the flowers, the frosting on the cake… “Miss Wyleen, what color would you like the sash?” “Would you like a dropped waist, or a supported bodice?” “Primroses are in bloom right now, wouldn’t that make a nice accent flower for your bouquet?”
Not having time to stop for lunch or a tea break, she wasn’t able to eat until dinner time, where she was practically falling asleep in her m
