Red Velvet Poke Cake Novels & Stories

The topping is what caught my attention. The cakes are topped with blobs of cream, small light-pink meringues, baby pink and white macarons, fresh strawberries, white chocolate truffles, and fresh, delicate flowers. "Oh my, that is such a beautiful cake! Thank you!" I say, in awe of the cake that looks like an artwork. "Oh, sure babe! We wanted to make today special for you." Alexia winks at me. "Does anyone have a lighter?" Akham asks. "No, cause yall made me fucking quit smoking… but I bet if you Googled that question… you'll get a few matches… get it.. matches!" Ashton laughs at his own cheesy joke.

I just need to find the right time to attach these tiny cameras to Chandra's car and phone. After testing the camera's performance on my phone, I had an idea that might poke at my husband a bit. Coincidentally, I had taken a photo of a white engagement cake yesterday, of course, before I added the names Raisa and Wisnu to it. I quickly uploaded the photo of the cake and added a caption. "THE CAKE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL, I BET IT TASTES AMAZING TOO, MAKES MY MOUTH WATER.." I'll just wait a few minutes while listening to my favorite pop rock music and see if this stirs anything up in that betrayer's heart.

"Straight to the airport. The honeymoon suite in Bora Bora is booked for two weeks. Plenty of time for staged photos and for you to relax by the ocean." He walked over to the small table where a folder lay. "We should finalize the cake for the lunch. The planner sent over the three she thought we would like best." He opened the folder, revealing glossy pictures. I joined him, the surreal normality of cake-tasting after the conversation we’d just had making my head spin. We bent over the images, shoulders not quite touching. "The red velvet with cream cheese frosting," I said, pointing. "It is the best."

“The rest can work itself out in time. I smiled and kissed his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt. They brought the cake out shortly after, multiple tiers of red velvet towering over the dessert table. I scanned the small crowd, expecting to see Bjorn at the front of the line, licking his lips. He’d begged us to do red velvet. Said it was his favorite, which was surprising, because last year confetti cake was his flavor of choice. But I didn’t see him. “He’s not with the other kids,” Gideon said, coming back from looking for him. “I can’t find him.”

The open space around our house that separates the house from the forest looks unrecognisable! Gorgeous circular tables fill the space covered with purple tables cloths, black chairs, black cutlery, and napkins with cute mini bouquets in the centre of every table. The largest buffet I have ever seen has been laid out along the side of the house with the most delicious-looking mixture of foods. Towards the forest is a stunning minimalistic pavilion decorated from top to bottom with garlands of purple flowers, and curtains of purple flowers flowing from the back and sides. To the side of that is a four-tier cake that looks too beautiful to touch. It’s a white chocolate mud cake, with a stained