Roller Coaster Cake Topper Novels & Stories

The makeup artists were putting every beauty product on Maya's face, which she doesn't know the name. Rosell is now wearing a peach-colored dress as it was the motif of the wedding. Her long brown hair is down with little hairpins making it look neat. Her friend is wearing a beautiful white dress for the wedding which suits her very well. "Don't worry, ma'am. You still look beautiful," one of the gay staff assured Maya. It's true. Maya still looks beautiful even with the eyebags and small pimples. She's a very beautiful bride and that guy is too lucky to have her.

I got so emotional, that I didn't know when tears began rushing out, it was happy tears, I hugged Sophie tightly thanking her repeatedly. She introduced me to some members, since I was the celebrant I couldn't hide from them, some were nice to me while some were not. Everywhere was decorated with black and gold including the cake. The cake is beautiful. That explains why she made me dress in this. Then it's dawn on me that the special person she was talking about is me. The cake is a black and gold two tier with caramel popcorn, macarons, chocolate drip, and a custom cake topper with Happy twentieth birthday boldly on it. What more can I ask for?

“Sweet and a little dramatic.” “Fair.” Rose clapped her hands. “Chocolate hazelnut it is. For the design, would you like to go with the classic three-tier or the modern two-tier with the gold brush strokes?” Tristan looked at me. “Your call.” “I like the modern one,” I said. “It’s cleaner. Simpler.” “And still classy,” he added. “Just like you.” I raised a brow. “Are you flirting with me during a cake tasting?” He leaned closer. “Always.”

Sienna continues, placing the box on the table like a treasure chest, “the cake is officially chosen.” She opens the lid and reveals a printed photo taped inside. The cake is elegant, tall, with white frosting tinged with soft green vine patterns and clusters of tiny yellow and white flowers. Subtle. Romantic. Refined. “That is tasteful,” I say, impressed despite myself. “Oh it is better in person,” Sienna says, beaming. “We went to three different tastings and finally chose this one. And the topper is custom made. Look.” She taps the photo where the topper is shown. A man and a woman standing close, their bodies curved into one warm, tender embrace. It is detailed without being gaudy. Under

one of the children asked, wide-eyed. Standing beside the towering sandcastle cake was a round cake, designed to look like a slice of the ocean itself. The base of the cake was covered in smooth layers of ocean-blue fondant, ranging from deep azure at the bottom to lighter turquoise at the top, mimicking the gradient of the sea as it approached the shore. On top of the cake, delicate waves madeof whipped cream curled over one another, as though frozen in mid-motion. Tiny edible seashells, starfish, and pearls were scattered across the surface, glistening under the sunlight, while a few playful dolphins crafted from sugar appeared to leap through the creamy waves.

“Keep the spices even, the Moonclaw Pack can’t stand pepper!” Across from them, bakers were decorating the wedding cake, or what could only be described as a monument in sugar. It was eleven tiers tall, each for each pack, white with delicate silver details shaped like wolves, moons, and vines. At the top, a sugar sculpture of Daisy and Enrique stood hand in hand. “She’s going to cry when she sees that,” Frynn said. “She’ll cry no matter what,” I murmured, tracing the design with my gaze. “She’s been waiting her whole life for this kind of joy.”

Asher said, poking my cheek afterwards. “And that is a carousel. And a horse themed merry go round and even a cotton candy stand!” He said pointing. “Woah. What about the Coaster rollers? I had heard someone talk about one of those before.” I sniffed, taking in the smell of sweet sweet sugar. “Coaster rollers?” Asher said, squinting his eyes. “Or, do you mean roller coaster?” He asked, looking at me. I pushed his nose. “Whatever. Something like that I guess. Can we go on that first?”

I watch him as he proceeds to try the other two. “I’m not a fan of the espresso cake but the other two are to die for,” he said. “I think you should also consider presentation since you can’t decide between taste.” “These are the two cakes you are deciding between,” Kristina starts, “The tier can be changed but the vanilla cake with mixed berry comes with light pink roses made of cream, and the chocolate chip cake with vanilla and chocolate cream has a modern linear ruffles finish.” “Do you like one more than the other?” I ask Ethan.

"This is the best wedding ever!" "I'm definitely getting a big head," Emily said, "Too many compliments." "But they're well-deserved," Katie remarked as she went to rejoin Mateo. The celebration his a new high note with the cutting of the cake, which was made up of several tiers of chocolate, coffee, hazelnut, strawberry and guava towering on top of each other. Each different flavor was delectable to the senses with its richness of color and texture, not to mention the taste of sweet chocolate and fruit.

Mirage's P.O.V I gasped as the sight unfolded in front of me. The entire rooftop had been decorated with fairy lights as well as candles and bouquets of red roses everywhere. And right at the centre of it all was a large table set for a bunch of people, with drinks and tons of food. But what really caught my attention was the gigantic cake right at the centre…not just any cake…a geode cake, with amethyst as the prime colour. And at the top of the cake were two purple candles with the numbers two and three side by side.