Dillon

I glance down at my phone again, trying to be discreet. It’s early Friday afternoon, exactly five days before my wedding, and I kinda forgot to order the cake. I mean, I ordered it. I told the bakery that I wanted one and I went there a few times to eat samples and I remember saying I needed a cake big enough to serve two hundred people because that’s the number my mother gave me. And I gave them my wedding date and paid a small deposit. I remember all of this.
    I just don’t remember telling them what kind to bake.
    I chose lemon. I think I chose lemon.
    But then Teddy told me he wouldn’t come if I didn’t pick chocolate, and I’m already making him be a bridesmaid, so I figured I should comply with his request, at least for one tier. I told them chocolate on the bottom layer. But then my grandmother reminded me she’s allergic to chocolate. So, I called them back, and just as they answered, my doorbell rang. It was Liam stopping by to tell me he was heading to Springfield, Missouri to attend a benefit concert with Teddy and Chad. I hung up on the bakery and kissed Liam for quite a while because three days was a long time to go without seeing someone you love, and I was a little bit sad about it. After that, I’m blank.
    I don’t remember calling them back.