Chapter 7

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The next morning you were awakened by a pillow thrown at your face.

"Get up loser," Sara said from above. "We're going shopping."

Groaning at the bad Mean Girls reference, you rolled over. Sara laughed, throwing another pillow which lamely hit your back.

"Seriously," she whined. "It's ten in the morning and the cake tasting is at eleven. Unless you don't want to come anymore...?"

Remembering today's plans, you bolted upright in bed. Today was the one wedding planning event you really did want to attend – today, Sara was going to taste the cakes.

"No!" you blurted, throwing your covers aside. "I'm in! Just give me ten minutes!"

Sara laughed, retreating and closing the door to your room. Hurrying into your bathroom, you brushed your teeth, washed your face and made yourself presentable. As you entered the kitchen for breakfast, you found everyone seated around the table.

"Y/N!" Your dad grinned at the stove. "I'm making omelets again. Do you want one?"

Warily, you glanced at Sara, who nodded.

"Yep," you said, heading for the coffee pot. "Sounds like a plan."

Pouring yourself coffee, you inhaled the steam. Your dad's omelets were always a risk because he tended to throw whatever he'd made for dinner the night before into the eggs. Sometimes this resulted in momentary brilliance – his crab cake and blue cheese omelet was a thing of legend. Sometimes though, things fell flat. The spaghetti omelet came to mind.

Once you were seated, your mom began to go over the plans for today. She wouldn't be able to join the cake tasting but would meet you later at the invitation store.

Before long, you were being shoved out the door since Sara was suddenly concerned about Sunday morning traffic. You didn't bother to point out Josen Falls didn't have Sunday morning traffic. By now, you recognized signs of your sister's stress enough to know when to be quiet.

As you entered the cake shop, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Ignoring this, you hurried inside and began to unwarp your scarf. Chimes jingled above the entrance, causing Paul to pop out of the back room.

Paul had owned the shop for what seemed like forever, ever since his dad had passed and he'd taken it over. His cakes were a thing of legend up and down the east coast.

"Sara!" He beamed. "And Y/N! What a surprise! Are you two ready for cake?"

"Hell yes," Sara said, undoing her coat. "I've been dreaming about this for weeks, Paul. Honestly, this is the main reason I'm getting married."

Paul laughed, retreating behind the counter. "I won't waste your time with pleasantries, then," he said. "Let's get right into it."

Sara settled on a stool, patting the one beside her for you to follow suit. As you did, you remembered the buzz in your pocket and pulled out your phone. There was a notification on Instagram, which made you frown. Maybe Lord of the Rings airport guy had found you.

Opening the app, you saw the username and froze.

DarrenToLive had sent you a message. Reading his name, you felt the world tilt. It had been months since you'd last seen Darren in your inbox. You'd tentatively unblocked him on Twitter at the start of November and then, when nothing happened, unblocked him on everything else. It seemed Darren had realized this now.

As though your hand had a mind of its own, you clicked read.

DarrenToLive: hey, y/n... I saw on your story you went home for the holidays. How are things going?

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