Coco leaned back in her chair, her hand slipping out of Kairo's so she could bury her face in her palms.
"Well.. Mama." She started, her voice was slightly muffled as she spoke, the words coming out earnest and sincere. "I want a wedding cake that Kairo will love. I may be a fan of dessert, but I want my husband to enjoy it too."
Cleora's expression softened slightly at her words, a flicker of surprise in her eyes at the declaration.
Kairo's lips quirking upwards in the corner, his gaze softening as he looked at his soon-to-be wife, loving the fact that she's still thinking about what he wants.
The older woman hummed, her expression calmer now.
She glanced between the pair, her voice a little more firm. "Okay, okay. Would you like me to call in our chef and baker then? They may not be in charge of your wedding food, but they could help each other look for the perfect one."
Both Coco and Kairo perked up at the suggestion, nodding eagerly.
