“Food and flower crowns are totally different,” she shot back. Her creativeness only extended towards food. Any other sort of craft was beyond her. Her hands felt clumsy as she tried to get her crown to look like the ones in the video, and her patience had since evacuated the house.

Being stuck beside Keiran as he effortlessly churned out crown after crown didn’t help. But she refused to give up. Their point system that existed only in her head had them even right now, but with her Pinterest fail, the scales were tipping in his favor. Not happening. She stared down at the video on her phone and reached for her crown again.

“So, what do you think? I pull this look off or nah?”

Cherisse looked up from her phone to find Keiran wearing one of his crowns on his head. Her first instinct was to say how ridiculous he looked. Except that would be a lie. He looked charming, and she hated it. Coupled with that lopsided smile, the crown made up of orange, pink, and white flowers made him look like some mischievous wood nymph. One who promised loads of not-so-rated-PG fun.

She shrugged and looked down at her phone again. “It looks fine.”

“Aw, come on. Fine? I worked my fingers to the bone, getting this just right. Fine, she says.” He shook his head. “Would it kill you to admit it looks better than fine?” He picked up one of the other finished crowns and held it out to her. “Try this on. Please,” he added after she pursed her lips at his request.

She rolled her eyes and pulled her hair out of its high bun, letting it fall around her shoulders in a wavy mess, before sticking the crown on her head. “Well?” She probably looked silly, wearing this crown with her rolling pin pendant, a blue tank top that said They see me rollin’, I’m bakin’ on the front, and leggings. Except, Keiran wasn’t looking at her like she looked silly.

His dark eyes were suddenly serious. “You look...great,” he said before looking away to grab his phone from the floor. When he looked back, amusement and smirking had replaced the brief intensity. “Selfie?”

“I’ll take my own, thanks.” She snapped a couple for Instagram and Snapchat, while across from her, he did the same.

“We should get one with both of us. Best man and maid of honor. I already snapped a bit of my making-them process.”

“What?” She hadn’t even noticed he was doing that. “I’m not in your story, am I?” He better had not been snapping her when she cussed up a storm while fighting with her one crown. That would be just what she needed. She had a rep to maintain that didn’t include her clients hearing her dropping f-bombs every other word, and wouldn’t that be another point for Keiran in their not-so-silent war?

“I didn’t. I’d ask first.” He grinned. “So, I’m asking now. Selfie with me? Let everyone see you’ve maybe forgiven me for my, uh...foot-in-mouth incident.”