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find pictures of the bakery and my crew that worked there.
     
    There was a great shot of Polly, looking more Goth than usual, with her purple streaked hair and ripped black tulle dress. She was working intently on a pink and purple ballerina cake (hence the nod with the tulle dress) for my neighbors adorable four- year- old daughter. The next one showed her standing proudly in front of the finished product; her bizarre attire and hair should have looked out of place, but her wide smile was stunning.
     
    About of dozen other images included Jon doing some self-portraits, who must have hijacked my camera. There was also a half a dozen more of Eric. The pictures captured him slaving over the arduous task of rolling out the dough for his double stuffed cinnamon rolls, that he sprinkled with sea salt and crystallized caramel.
     
    I didn’t realize at the time how precious those pictures would mean to me or how that was the last evening that I would ever sit through it without a nagging worry or fear. As I sat watching the last few streaks of fire sink into the western sky, I could only see beauty but pretty soon I would feel terror.
     
     
     
    "Beep, Beep, beep.” My annoying alarm on my phone went off waking me up from a sound sleep. I cracked my eyes opened, at first, completely disorientated. After dragging myself back to my cottage following the impulsive sunset viewing party of one, I scarfed down my gourmet meal and crashed out on my soft suede sofa but not before I had the forethought to set the alarm on my phone.
     
    I clutched my stomach when I stood up to stretch for a minute. I probably should not have taken a little nap right after eating a giant jalapeno burger, fries and shake. I detoured to the bathroom to grab a couple of Gas-X and washed those down with a glass of water. I headed back out to my kitchen to scoop up the packages before I made my way over to my parent’s house.
     
    I let myself in the back door and got to work. I was determined to get this over with quickly and efficiently. I so did not want to be here when my parents arrived home. Talk about embarrassment for me and buzz kill for them. I started setting the yellow and white candles first in the foyer, then in the living room and lastly the master bedroom.
     
    I went into the kitchen and unwrapped the florist paper from three different bouquets of yellow and white roses. I put two filled vases in the bedroom and saved one to compliment my own surprise for them. I grabbed a large box filled with red rose petals and spread them from the foyer to the bedroom. I left a handful in the box as I went into the always vacant guestroom and liberated a small round bedside table. I dragged it out into the living room to set up my gift.
     
    I shook out a crisp white linen tablecloth to get any wrinkles out and put it on a small table. Next I put a cute yellow sparkle overlay that I found at a craft store on top of that. I carefully opened the small cake box from the bakery and put a miniature three tiered wedding cake that I had made a few days ago in the center of the table. Tiny white edible pearls dotted on the smooth pale yellow surface of the cake. At the top, I put a funky crystallized sugar sculpture with the number thirty cleverly sketched in by Eric.
     
    The third vase I filled with more roses and set it on the table. Lastly, I set out a few plates, forks, a serving knife and the piece de resistance, two large gaudy golden plastic chalices I found at a party store which I placed next to the bottle of Dom Perignon. “I have to leave a little fun and a piece of me for you both,” I said out loud.
     
    I took one last look around and realized I forget the decorations. I retraced my steps back to the bedroom and sat down on the floor to clip several long pieces of the yellow and white ribbons. I tied the ribbons around my parent’s large canopy bed and stepped back to admire my handiwork. The light yellow walls glowed beautifully in the