Streamers waiting to be fluffed. Glassware lined up just so. A half-set table…

Eyes drawn to the cake from across the room. It doesn’t shout for…

Not a towering cake. Not fondant roses. Just donuts, stacked, glazed, styled with…

You catch sight of the cake table while the barn doors are still…

How purple shifts in the light. One second it feels soft and romantic,…

Hands loosely clasped, watching the cake table before anyone else arrives. The room…