Page 53 of Theirs to Corrupt

When Link nods, she opens her pad to show us a number of options for design and decoration.

Between the three of us, we agree to a tall, multi-layered cake, some tiers round, others square. The frosting will be white,with black accents. And our flowers will be used for added decoration.

“How about a topper?”

Why does it need one?“How about flowers are fine with me.”

“Our first initials,” Link contradicts. “LTP. In black.”

Though I hate to admit it, his idea is a good one.

And I am more than a little surprised that Link seems to have thought all of this through.

“Have you considered the flavors?”

“I’ll select those,” I insist. Maybe I should have some say in this.

The pair look at each other and shrug.

After accepting the pad from her, I scroll through the offerings.

“Choose as many as you’d like.”

I opt for all my favorites. “Hazelnut for one. Dark chocolate. A salted caramel mocha.” After sliding the device back to her, I add. “And one that is prosecco.”

“Excellent choices.”

Both men remain quiet.

Maybe I should be more decisive more often.

“Will you require a photographer? Videographer, perhaps? Social media manager?”

That’s a thing?

“Got that handled,” Link responds.

Shocked once more, I look at him.

“Perfect.” She gives a crisp nod. “Is there anything else I can help with?”

“You’ve been wonderful.” I reach for my purse.

“Tessa needs a wedding gown.”

Before she can respond, I hold up my hand. “That won’t be necessary. I have plenty of clothes.” More than I can ever imagine wearing.

With an eyebrow raised, Link looks at me. “What are you thinking?”

“Going along with our colors”—that he chose—”I have that elegant, long black dress.”

With passionate curse words, both men respond at the exact same time.

“And in case that wasn’t clear…”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Tessa