Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 65

"Will you keep your hands to yourself?" Camila softly lectured as she and Lauren stood behind one side of the counter while the baker stood on the other, preparing the samples of cake for them to try, oblivious to the brunette's roaming hands.

"You see, that was a question which I am inclined to answer with a very stern 'no'." The brunette responded as she glided her hand over the diva's lower back under her shirt.

Camila smiled as she shook her head. "Fine. It's no longer a question. Keep your hands to yourself."

"You know, that's a little weird actually." Lauren teased back as she moved to stand slightly behind the shorter woman, guiding her warm hand to Camila's hip and then further up her side. "Because my response is still 'no'."

Both women's heads popped up with light smiles on their faces as the backer turned to face them, Lauren's hand retreating to the small of the diva's back again. He was a happy looking, plump man with graying brown hair and a permanent smile on his face.

"Before we start." Camila blurted out and Lauren tensed, thinking the diva was going to call her out on her fiancé. "I just need to make sure that all of these samples, and the cake itself, are made with either organic dairy or vegan substitutes."

"Absolutely." He assured her with a booming voice of certainty. "I am a big fan of yours so I knew you are vegan. Even if you hadn't specified as such when you called to set this up, I would have done so anyway."

The diva beamed and looked over her shoulder to Lauren as she thanked the man. "It's he so sweet, isn't he? As a fan, he knew I was vegan and took it upon himself to make sure everything fit for me. It's amazing seeing as you, my fiancé and love of my life, sat back and watched me drink your coffee, knowing it had creamer in it."

The baker gasped and looked at Camila as she nodded her head at him.

"I know. Milk too!"

"There was no milk in it." Lauren corrected her with a light blush as the man just shook his head at her in playful disapproval. He had character if nothing else.

He smiled and the brunette's embarrassment faded. "So, just to start things off." He began, sliding them the first two samples. "The most basic of selections. Chocolate or vanilla, or perhaps a combination of both?"

Nearly two hours and forty samples later, Lauren was eying the garbage can across the room, just in case she needed to use it suddenly. She swore all of those bit size samples combined would make an entire cake themselves. The overly sweet smell of the bakery wasn't really helping her stomach either. It was all just too much sugar and sweetness. I mean, who knew there were so many different flavors of chocolate cake?

"So, what did you think of that one, Baby?" Camila asked as she looked at the brunette who was focused across the room.

"I... I still prefer the other one." Lauren answered looking down at the paper in front of her. She thought it had been ingenious for the baker to give them a card to right down their initial thoughts so they didn't have to try and remember them all.

"I thought this one tasted more-"

"Camila. Baby," The brunette cut her off with a light hand on her arm as she closed her eyes and rested her head in the other, bracing it on the counter. "I love you. I love planning the wedding with you. I love taking the time with you. I have truly enjoyed today. So, when I say this next part, it's not because I don't want to be here, I just can't discuss the taste of anything right now without throwing it all up. If you like this one, we can get this one. It doesn't matter to me. I liked them both."