Oakley
Why?
Clementine
Because it will distract you from your day.
Oakley
Now I’m imagining all of the things you could be wearing and I’m distracted!
Clementine
*sends pictures of the bottom half of her dress, legs and heels*
Oakley
Cruel temptress
Clementine
I think that should be my nickname from now on
Oakley
I’ll call you anything you want if you show me the whole outfit
Clementine
Gotta go. The newlyweds have returned.
Oakley
You’ll pay for this!
Clementine
*purple devil smiling emoji*
Clementine joined Daisy as they greeted the couple, hugging and congratulating them, as they moved around the backyard. Milo thanked everyone for showing up at such short notice and then directed their attention to the pie tower. Nerves were not something she usually experienced at weddings, not with her cakes. But this was new and while they looked good, she hoped that they tasted right. It didn’t matter how many taste tests she and the staff had done, something could go wrong.
She stood by the table with two members of her staff as the newlyweds fed each other tiny pies and when Frankie’s groan echoed through the party, Clementine could finally relax. The guests swarmed the table, picking the tiny pies and biting into them. She wanted to make a lot more than fifty tiny pies, but Milo insisted that a small number was enough. Besides, the bigger pies were also there if they ran out.
“You have outdone yourself!” Frankie said as she hugged her. “Please add them to your regular menu.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed them.”
Frankie leaned back with an arched eyebrow. “How is it that after all these years, you’re still so bad at taking compliments?”
“Because they make me uncomfortable.”
“You’re so weird, but I’m glad you’re my friend.”
Clementine chuckled and then hugged Milo as well, congratulating the couple. As her husband stepped away to talk to someone, Frankie leaned in and whispered, “Thought you might bring a date.”
“Uh…a date?”
“Tall, blond and handsome. Lives across the hall from me.”