Getting Ready- Before the Wedding
The day that every girl has dreamed of is finally here. As a child, I used to pretend it was my wedding day. Now that it my day was finally here. I wanted to be absolutely flawless. The staple of weddings is the cake. Anybody can pay a small fortune for a gorgeous dress, but only the select few can have a stunning, dazzling cake. I was determined to have that cake. So, I hired the most famous cake designer in all of Paris to design my cake. I wanted it to be perfect, down the details of the couple at the top. I knew François de Chegalle would be able the creation of such a work of art. The cake would be a surprise for my fiancée and me after the reception today.
The Ceremony
The setting was chimerical. It was set under a flowered canopy along the Seine, facing the Eiffel Tower at sunset. Two hundred and fifty guests watched me in the night I have dreamed about for years. The ceremony was flawless. I couldn’t be happier. Throughout the ceremony, I fantasized about the beautiful cake that would be awaiting the boat on which our reception was being held. This was how I always imagined it. A magnificent cake on a river cruise down the Seine towards the glistening, gleaming, glowing Eiffel Tower, with a perfect husband and our two hundred and fifty closest friends
The Reception- After the Wedding
The Seine was perfectly pacific, only a gentle breaking of the wave along the side of the boat. The sun had set. In its place was a luminous moon that was glowing even brighter than the sun. The Eiffel Tower slowly tiptoed towards the awed guests. The dinner had been this fantastic chicken dish that de Chegalle had created. It wasn’t a soufflé, but it actually was better than a soufflé. It was time for what I had really been dreaming about. Suddenly, all two hundred and fifty heads turned, five hundred eyes glazed over in amazement. Determined screaming came from the kitchen where all of the delicious food has been streaming out consistently for the past two hours. All five hundred ears heard: ‘Do you realize what these mice have done? My cake is ruined.’
It was then I started to cry, tears flowing down my face, my makeup ruined. Instead of looking like a princess, I looked like a zombie bride out of a bad horror movie. The food tasted stale. The most perfect night of my life crashed and burned in a matter of seconds. I looked at de Chegalle, anguish his over ruined creation that was like a baby to him and the cake that had dreamed of for years had been ruined. Tears were nearly flowing down his face nearly as fast as they were down mine. I ran to the captain and yelled at him to pull the boat over. When he protested that we weren’t near a dock, I screamed that it didn’t matter. The night was over. I didn’t want any more catastrophes added to the already growing list that accumulated over the past few, wretched minutes. My heart was writhing with sorrow and anger for the combustion that occurred this evening. The boat pulled over. With my heels in hand I rand on the mud, trailing my once perfectly snow white dress now stricken with dirt.
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