As for dating, he’s not taking me out on a date, until we’re married. That’s why I brought Mom and Crystal to taste cakes. Well, Mom is choosing, Crystal is just here because I have to be polite. I like her, don’t get me wrong, but my wedding is Mom’s show.

“Not everyone likes chocolate cake,” Crystal says when she sees the selection that George, the baker, is bringing.

Mom gasps and glares at her.

“We made a deal, if you want to join us, you have to keep your negative comments to yourself,” Mom says, taking a bite of the raspberry chocolate chip cake.

“I’m just stating a fact.”

“The cake has to be chocolate. It’s Miller’s favorite,” I say without adding, and Mom’s too. “And it’s not going to be cake. They’re going to be cupcakes. Where’s the frosting?”

George sets a bag with ten different containers, all labeled. Miller and I came to an agreement. He picks the cake flavor as long as I get to choose the frosting. We’re getting married in two weeks. The only way to pull this off is by using some of Mom’s customers and a few of Miller’s friends.

It’s going to be at the farm. We thought about making it a themed wedding, but I don’t think our families would be up for it. The only options we liked were Silence of the Lambs or Star Wars. Wearing the gold bikini in front of all the guests wasn’t an option, but Miller did ask for it to be his wedding present.

“What about the dress?” Crystal asks.

“Mom’s making it,” I remind her.

It’s a very simple white gown I saw in a magazine and I fell in love with it. She’s almost done with it and it saves us a lot of money. My parents offered to pay for the wedding. Still, I’m trying to make it as simple and elegant as possible.

Miller and I are happy with anything, as long as we’re together.

Crystal huffs. She’s not pleased with our plans. If she could, she’d be organizing a huge affair at some big ballroom with a million guests. Miller and I agreed on sharing our special day with just the people we love. It’s a small affair with our families, close friends, and a few clients including Tony Gyles and his wife.

“And before you ask, she’s not pregnant,” Mom clarifies what everyone has been wondering.

No, I’m not pregnant. Miller and I agreed we won’t be trying until next year. It might take us a few years, or it might happen right away, but we’re not in a hurry. We’re taking our time, being patient with each other.