“They definitely are.” She accepted the piece of paper from him and glanced down at the list of partygoers. “Are there any last-minute changes you want?”
“None that I can think of.”
“I’ll be here if you need anything.”
“Actually, there’s something I can do for you.” He handed over the bag.
She glanced inside. “This certainly doesn’t look like coffee.”
“Well, if you don’t want it, I can keep it.”
“It’s ice cream, isn’t it?” When he nodded, she glanced back in the bag. “What flavor is it?”
“Cotton candy?”
“What?” Her face creased with a frown. “Why did you choose that flavor?”
He smothered a laugh at her pout. “Because it’s pink. And we all know you love all things pink.”
She sighed. “Maybe not my ice cream.”
He couldn’t resist laughing out loud. She looked so cute with her bottom lip sticking out. He was so glad to have her back in his life. He’d really missed these moments.
“It’s not funny.” Her voice had a grumpy tone.
“It’s okay. You can eat it. It’s your favorite.”
Her doubtful gaze met his. “Are you being serious?”
“Would I lie about your favorite ice cream?”
That’s all he needed to say to spur her into action. She removed the small container from the bag. She peeled off the lid and smiled when she found her favorite flavor, salted caramel pretzel. “Now this is some good ice cream. Thank you.”
“I knew you were disappointed when they didn’t have that flavor at the ice cream shop.”
“You are so thoughtful to remember.”
He remembered everything about her. Like how she enjoyed rainy days. And how she loved cats but didn’t have one because she wasn’t home long enough. When she was feeling down, she indulged with canned pasta—the kind in the shape ofOs was her favorite. And then there was the way her emerald eyes twinkled when she was excited. No matter how old he got, he’d remember these things. Clara was unforgettable.
“But I can’t eat it now.” Her voice drew him from his thoughts. “I have an appointment with the florist for the wedding. Tula changed her mind about the color of the flowers, and the florist Tula selected has washed their hands of this wedding. They complained that Tula changes her mind too much, and I couldn’t argue the point. I don’t know if Gabi will have enough time before the wedding. If she doesn’t, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“Can’t you just tell Tula her idea isn’t going to pan out and she has to stick with the original flowers?”
Clara shook her head. “Not until I’ve tried absolutely everything to make her wish come true.”
“But you can’t just drop everything you’re doing because she changed her mind.”
“My job is to make the bride’s wishes come true for her big day.”
“And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“When is it time to make your wishes come true?”
“This is my wish, my dream. I’m doing what I love.”
“And wearing yourself out in the process.”