“Oh, that's a damn shame,” Lacey sighed.
“I know. Believe me, he needs a good woman in his life.”
I nodded in understanding. But I wasn't so sure about Grey's confident proclamation. Even while West served other guests, his eyes rarely left Brynn.
At the squeak of a bakery cart, I put West and Brynn out of my head. The loud buzz of conversation gave way to oohs and ahhs as the head caterer wheeled the wedding cake into the reception tent. I held my breath as it swayed slightly. The thing was huge. Four tiers of raspberry layer cake with snow-white buttercream frosting, wreathed in green and gold chocolate foliage.
“Attention, everyone,” the emcee called, as if the whole party weren't already riveted by the sight. “The bride and groom will now cut their wedding cake.”
All eyes fell to us as we walked to the front of the tent, Maple following eagerly behind. The head caterer presented us with the knife and server. Hand in hand, we sank the ornate silver blade into the cake's bottom tier. Then Grey plated the slice and raised a fluffy bite to my lips.
Staring deep into his adoring eyes, I savored this first sweet taste of the rest of our lives.