Page 147 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places
She nodded, beginning to sway with him, her gaze locked on his deep brown eyes. “Just thinking about my father.”
Angelo shushed her softly, planting a tender kiss on her lips that stole her breath. “Today is our day, Allison. We’ll think about him tomorrow.”
“Right,” she agreed, determined to enjoy herself. It was her wedding day, after all. Glancing at the table to her right, she noticed a small line forming. “Thank God Katia sorted out the cake mess.”
Angelo grinned as they twirled slowly around the room. “Yeah, my sister can be a lifesaver when she wants to be. Did you see the replacement? It’s a giant doughnut!”
Allison chuckled, spotting the doughnut-shaped cake adorned with pink frosting and sprinkles. “Well, at least it’s unique. I hope it tastes as good as it looks.”
“I know for a factyoutaste as good as you look,” he whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She couldn’twaitfor their wedding night.
Allison shook the impure thoughts out of her head with a chuckle. “Where is Katia, anyway? I need to thank her for everything.”
Angelo shrugged, about to respond when a familiar voice called out, “Hey, lovebirds! Come join us for a toast!”
Leopold stood nearby, holding up a glass of champagne with a mischievous grin. Frederick and Amira were also at the table, each with a glass in hand, though Johnathan was oddly missing.
That’s unlike him.
“To Angelo and Allison!” Leopold proclaimed loudly, raising his glass. “May your marriage be as sweet and satisfying as this giant doughnut cake!”
Laughter rippled through the group as glasses clinked and champagne bubbles fizzed. Allison couldn’t help but smile, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and love.
“To Angelo and Allison!” the group echoed, and Allison laughed along with them. It was their day, filled with unexpected moments and joy, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
As the evening unfolded with dancing, heartfelt speeches, and pure celebration, the day’s earlier mishaps faded into memory, replaced by a sense of love and new beginnings.
Under the twinkling lights, Angelo leaned close to her ear. “So, Mrs. Taylor, how about we sneak a piece of that doughnut cake before it’s all gone?”
Allison laughed, her heart full. “Absolutely, Mr. Taylor. Let’s savor every sweet moment of this crazy day.”
Hand in hand, they slipped away from the crowd, ready to enjoy a bite of their unconventional, but perfectly memorable, wedding cake. They had found love in the most unexpected of places—and every moment since had been nothing short of magic.
Thank you, Tequila.
THE END.
