~Cariño: A Quackbur Story~

~As Romantic as a Wedding Cake~

A/N: Yep! A switch in POV ;)

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Quackity's POV:

The place was gorgeous. It was a small cottage with a huge garden surrounding it. It was decorated with daffodils and white roses, the whole cottage was adorned in pale green vines. A church bell could be faintly heard chiming in the background, coming for the wedding ceremony not-so-far-away. Was I in a fairy wonderland? The whole venue seemed magical. White and deep red rose bushes poked up behind the short white picket fence of the cottage garden. It smelt of vanilla and overly-priced perfume.

Wilbur wasn't there yet. I told him to come a little later than the exact time. I wanted to give him time to get ready. I mean, I could handle setting up our little dessert table by myself, right?
I wasn't completely alone anyway.
My dad had started to unload the little sweets from our car while I just had to make sure our table was ready.

"The wedding ceremony should be ending in about 40 minutes," I mumbled to myself, my hand smoothing over the dark navy blue tablecloth dressing the table. There was a much smaller folding table next to it, with a bunch of pretty plastic flowers on top of it. They were teal and white and covered in white glitter. I had to admit, it was a cute venue.

Our table was outside, under the huge backyard patio of the cottage, but it still had a good view of the entire garden. Hummingbirds zipped around the garden, visiting each and every rose. The grass was trimmed neatly, but still was nice and lush. The sky was clear, not one visible cloud in the sky.

"Alex?" I turned around to see my father. I was holding a couple of clear boxes of vanilla cupcakes decorated with teal and white frosting. "I need a little help."

I laughed. "Yeah, of course dad." I took the boxes from him and carefully placed them on the table.

"Well, let's get the other boxes and decorate our table before the wedding guests come."
"Seguro papá." I hummed as we walked to our car.

We were the "dessert team" at the wedding after-party. The bride and groom wanted everything to be beach themed (as they were going to Hawaii for the honeymoon), so everything was beachy and blue. Wilbur even hand this cute idea to put some crushed up graham crackers at the bottom of the plates we were placing the desserts on.

My dad and I carefully place the beautifully iced cupcakes on the graham cracker-covered places. It was a difficult process. Lastly, we placed a small chocolate fountain in the middle of our table, it was for our cookies (which had blue M&Ms baked into them) and some strawberries we had. It distributed milk chocolate.
Mi padre huffed.

"I'll be back Alex, I think it would be a good idea for me to use the bathroom and get a sip of water before the guests start arriving," He looked at his watch. It was older than I was. I'm somewhat surprised it still worked, "The ceremony should be ending in 15 minutes... Just watch the table for me and keep an eye out for your Cariño, okay?"

I blushed. "I will, dad," To be honest, I always had my eye out for Wilbur.
I looked back at the table as my dad walked away. Then, I glanced around at the other tables, filled with delicious food. Then, I noticed they had something that ours didn't. Shit! We were supposed to decorate it with flowers. I looked back at the small table next to ours, practically over-flowing with blossoms. How could I forget?