Before we take our seats, I walk Bella to the dessert table where our wedding cake is on display.

“Edward! This is amazing. I can’t believe you added macarons too! They look as delicious as they are pretty. Do you think I could sneak one?” She pauses and looks for anyone watching us. “No one will notice. I wonder what flavors they are.”

Before I have time to reply, Bella has crammed an entire purple macaron in her mouth.

I chuckle. “The darker purple is blackberry and cream, while the lighter one is lavender and honey, then the light pinkish one is coconut and vanilla.”

When she can speak, she leans over and whispers, “Don’t tell anyone, but I wish we could have cake first.”