Page 39 of Screwed
“Lord knows there are enough wealthy people in Houston who can afford to pay big bucks for wedding cakes. Or birthday cakes. Or macarons better than ones you can buy in France.”
Callie grinned.
The waitress approached them, and they both ordered burgers and another beer, then resumed their talk.
“What about a name for the business?” Kristy asked. “Have you come up with one yet?”
“Um, no. I had a few ideas, but I’m not sure.”
“You want something cute and clever? Or simple and classy?”
“I don’t know. I thought of Sweet Sensations.”
“I think there’s already a place with that name. How about Piece of Cake?”
“Cute.”
“Cake ’n’ Bake. Cake My Day.” Kristy paused, tapping her chin. “I know! Tiers of Joy!”
Callie laughed. “Okay, simple and classy it is.”
“Well, it could be Callie’s Cakes. Cakes by Callie.”
“Eh. Not sure about using my name.”
“How about just Caked?”
Callie considered that. “I like it.”
“There you go. You’re welcome.”
They toasted with their beers.
“Okay, I have a name! Caked.”
“Tell me what your vision is. Like, how you want it to look.”
“Well…like the name…simple and classy. Lots of white. Let me show you some of my pictures.” She pulled out her phone, and Kristy leaned over to look as she scrolled through images.
“Love the ones taken on the white marble,” Kristy said. “That could be sort of a signature look.”
“Yes.”
They talked all through their dinner, and Kristy promised to get to work on the website right away.
“Thank you so much. You’re the best.” They hugged in the now-dark parking lot.
“I guess you haven’t told your parents about this?”
“No. Not yet.” Callie grimaced. “Not sure what they’ll think about me being a baker. But what the hey, they’re already disappointed in me for not being a Junior-League-volunteering trophy wife.”
“Bah. Eff them.”
Callie laughed. “Love you, hon.”
“Backatcha. See you soon!”
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