I sniffed and looked away. I took a sip of my iced tea and gave them all a good bitch face. Except for Holly, I smiled at her. She shook her head at me and grinned.

“We haven’t chosen the cake yet, or the food. That’s what you really care about anyway. Am I right?” Rose said knowingly, and Holly laughed—the traitor.

Okay, yes, she was right. I wanted to pick the cake and go cake taste testing. That was the most fun part of planning a wedding. I’d never done that before, and I had always wanted to. I wanted to eat a bunch of tiny cakes, damn it. Some girls dream of the dress. I dreamed of the cake.

“We made an appointment at the bakery tomorrow,” Violet said as a peace offering.

I perked up. “Fine. Tell me what you’ve got so far.” I decided to stop being mad. Cake went a long way when it came to earning forgiveness from me.

“Yay!” Rose yelled. “It will be very Midsummer Night’s Dream—very enchanted forest. You’ll love it.”

Oooh, pretty, pretty. I had to admit; they knew what I liked.

Mom chimed in, “I’ve ordered a ton of lilies of the valley and baby’s breath. All the flowers will be white. We’re going to practice making flower crowns later!” she cried. “I bought white twinkle lights and flameless candles and mason jars—”

Violet interrupted, “It will be over there.” She pointed to the edge of the property, near the forest before the trees started to get thick. “We’ll wrap the trees in white organza and lights and hang mason jars full of flowers. Oh, and evergreen wreaths wrapped with twinkle lights will be strung up in the trees.”

“But I get to pick the cake and the food, right?” I said.

Mom nodded. “Do you want to pick your dress and shoes too?” she asked.

“No, you guys can do that.”

They all looked at each other smugly.

Whatever.

I sat back and relaxed. I was going to have a beautiful wedding.

And it would be delicious.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my mother’s bedroom. I couldn’t look away from my own reflection—I looked like a fairy princess. This was not bragging. I had nothing to do with it. I didn’t even look like myself.

Mom had hired a hairstylist to fix my hair. She pulled it back and twisted it around the sides of my head to coil in thick spirally curls down my back with lily of the valley flowers, little crystals, and tiny evergreen spikes woven throughout.