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your water? I should have asked you that.”
    “No, I’m good,” I say, smiling. “Thank you.”
    So I begin my presentation, explaining to Kylie how we can do a chocolate cake or cupcakes, with the filling tinted pink for a girl or blue for a boy. So when the expecting couple either cuts the cake or cupcake, the gender will be revealed to the guests based on the color.
    “Oh, yes,” Kylie says, her brown eyes shining with delight. “Candace, my sister-in-law, loves cupcakes. So that’s perfect.”
    And as I watch her brown eyes dance, I’m suddenly reminded of Nate’s espresso-colored eyes.
    I shake my head as if I can somehow shake the crazy thought out of me. It’s been a week since the whole disaster at Dallas Details, and Nate has filtered my thoughts more than I care to admit, usually followed by a rousing round of humiliation. And despite the fact that he made it clear he has no interest in me, I found myself Googling his picture more than once this week.
    Which is beyond pathetic.
    I drink some of my water and move back to my presentation.
    “Great, so we’ll get the cupcakes,” I say, typing the note into my iPad. I glance at her. “I can organize the baker for you and give you flavor combinations. Candace can call me directly with the sex of the baby so that I can communicate with the baker on color.”
    “That would be excellent,” Kylie says, taking a sip of her iced tea.
    “Okay,” I say, making a note to contact my favorite Dallas bakery. “Now, you’re going to have this party here, in October, so hopefully the weather will be cool. And if it is,” I say, standing up and pulling out my branches, “we could do a s’mores bar outside. It would help the flow of people in and out of the house because I know you are expecting at least 50, and it’s something fun for adults and kids alike.”
    “I love s’mores,” Kylie exclaims excitedly. “And we have a fire pit outside.”
    “Even better,” I say, grinning. I stand up and reach inside my box. I explain to Kylie how I can make marshmallow trees, and begin putting the branches in a vase. “We can have a s’mores station set up, and these serve as décor as well as the stick for roasting the marshmallow.”
    I put marshmallows on the end of the branches to demonstrate, and suddenly the vase gives the impression of a blooming marshmallow tree.
    “I love it!” Kylie declares.
    “Next, we can set up a station with all the things for making s’mores,” I say. “I’m going to show you one I did for another client in June.”
    I bring up the picture on my iPad and turn it to Kylie. “We can have all different flavors of candy bars, and gourmet marshmallows, too. I can get caramel, vanilla bean, mocha, churro, peanut butter and jelly—”
    “Wait, you can get churro-flavored marshmallows?” Kylie says, interrupting me. “Like the Spanish donut?”
    I grin. “Yes,” I say. “I know where to source churro marshmallows.”
    “Harrison is going to freak out,” Kylie says happily. “He loves churros. We get them every summer when we go to Spain.”
    “I can make that happen,” I say. “And I can get some Blanxart chocolate. That’s made in Barcelona, so he can have a total Spanish-flavor s’mores experience.”
    “He’ll love it,” Kylie declares.
    We begin talking about the different gourmet combinations of marshmallows and chocolates we can do, and Kylie is delighted by all the different options. I bring up the marshmallow source on my iPad to show Kylie all the flavors, and her face lights up in surprise as she reviews them.
    “And rest assured, we’ll have a basic milk chocolate bar and regular, old-fashioned plain marshmallows for those who prefer to keep it simple.”
    Like Nate.
    My face instantly grows hot, but luckily Kylie is busy studying marshmallow flavors, so she doesn’t see it. I clear my throat and refocus on party planning.
    After we’ve finished, we start talking about everything and anything. Kylie