Mysterious Client
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The bride’s mysterious aura hung in the air like an unspoken promise. Her shy demeanor only added to the intrigue, leaving so many questions unanswered. Was she the bold type? The kind of bride who would march down the aisle with confidence, her heart full of excitement? Or was she reserved, uncertain, keeping her emotions guarded until the last possible moment? Did she truly want this wedding as much as most brides, or was there doubt lingering behind her soft smile?
Wedding Cake Cookie’s heart fluttered as she studied the cookie, who stood in the doorway, a mysterious aura surrounding her. She carries a bouquet of deep red cherries, so rich and full, like the very essence of passion and secrecy. Each cherry is perfectly round, as though plucked from the perfect tree, but the richness of the red against the cream of her dress creates an image of bittersweetness that clings to her, making her appear as if she belongs both to the earth and to some ethereal dream.
She is a vision, so completely herself—so utterly flawless in her imperfection. It's like she was designed by fate itself to be this elusive.
The way the light caught the chocolatey curves of the bride cookie’s figure made her seem almost ethereal, as if she were a decadent dessert carefully crafted to perfection.
Her rich, deep brown color contrasted with the delicate pink blush of her cheeks, while her piercing eyes seemed to carry a world of secrets and longing. Wedding Cake Cookie couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly beautiful she looked—each step of the cookie’s graceful movements radiated the same elegance one would expect from a delicate pastry fresh from the oven.
Her heartbeat slowed to a steady rhythm, almost like a comforting hum in the back of her mind.
She looks like a delectable sweet cookie… Wedding Cake Cookie thought, her eyes tracing the dark, glossy swirls that adorned her hair. A perfect blend of rich chocolate, sweet cherries, and a hint of whipped cream... There was something so captivating about her, almost like the perfect layers of a Black Forest Cake—moist, dark, and irresistible.
Wedding Cake Cookie’s mind wandered to the delicate ingredients that made her so unique—her body as rich as a dense chocolate cake, the allure of her sharp, dark eyes like the intense sweetness of cherries. And her soft, delicate personality was like the smoothest whipped cream, almost too perfect to touch but impossible to resist.
Oh~ how sweet she looks with her whipped cream dress with the three bows on each side.
She quickly blinked, trying to focus, but the thought lingered—No, she must remain professional…
But the feeling persisted, as sweet and consuming as the faint scent of chocolate and cherries that seemed to cling to the cookie.
Wedding Cake Cookie’s mind raced, her heart fluttering faster with every word that cookie spoke. She couldn’t tear her gaze away, her eyes tracing the elegant crumbs of the cookie in front of her. How could someone so perfect walk into her shop? Her thoughts were a whirlwind of admiration and longing.
A bride who carried her love like a solemn vow.
A bride who would offer her heart completely, without hesitation or regret.
A bride who belonged to someone else…
The bride finally introduced herself, her voice like the gentlest whisper, “I’m Black Forest Cookie. I was hoping you could help me plan my wedding.”
Wedding Cake Cookie’s heart skipped a beat. Her mouth suddenly felt dry, but she forced herself to remain composed. This was it. The moment she’d been waiting for... But she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of misfortune. Why did she have to be the bride?
Wedding Cake couldn’t help but wonder about every little detail. Was her story like the others? Was she here to make her dreams come true, or was she unsure of the path she was about to take? So many thoughts swirled in Wedding Cake’s mind, but there was little time for reflection.
Wedding Cake Cookie took a deep breath and, with a nervous smile, replied, “You're so fortunate, a lucky fortune cookie indeed! You see, we were fully-booked until next year, so it was impossible to squeeze anyone in!”
“Plus, I had to deal with contractors and subcontractors… It was a lot! But who would've suspected it? A couple canceled their wedding at the last minute!”
She said this with a hint of sadness, her voice almost quiet as she added, “Of course, our confidentiality clause strictly prohibits us from disclosing their identities.”
Then, a touch wistful, she continued, “They were a handsome pair… Minus the constant bickering… It’s a real shame their wedding got canceled… But without it, I wouldn’t have met you! It’s fate!” Fate, such a phenomenal thing letting two cookies like us meet like this.
Black Forest Cookie’s lips curled into a soft, almost melancholic smile. “Hu hu... Is that so...?”
Wedding Cake Cookie’s heart raced even faster at the sound of that quiet, lilting laugh. She couldn’t stop herself from responding, her voice warm with sincerity, “Oh yes! For a brief moment, I thought I’d have to take the time to… rest... But who cares about the rest? My heart skipped a beat when you walked through that door!”
I'm not lying about that either, my words were true. Wedding Cake Cookie’s heart really did skip a beat—how could it not, with Black Forest Cookie standing so near? The very air around her felt charged with something magical.
How beautiful is her spirit to make me feel in such a way.
Black Forest Cookie tilted her head slightly, her eyes softening. “Oh, I see…! I’m… Truly blessed to have you then! I’m glad…”
Wedding Cake Cookie’s heart melted at that smile—so gentle, so perfect. She thought it was the most wonderful thing she’d ever seen, a small gesture that made her heart ache in the most beautiful way.
“Well now, let’s hear it from the bride herself!” Wedding Cake Cookie exclaimed with a bright smile, her hands folding together in front of her. She leaned in a little, trying to focus on Black Forest Cookie, her heart still beating faster than it should. “Tell me, dear. What is your DREAM wedding?”
As Wedding Cake Cookie listened, a pang of longing tightened around her chest. A quiet sorrow bloomed inside her, uninvited and unwelcome. It’s a shame I’m not the one marrying her, she thought, her heart aching at the realization. Why couldn’t it be me?
She forced her focus back to the task at hand. As the wedding planner, her role was to create perfection, to make every moment of this bride's dream a reality. It wasn’t about her personal feelings or her growing excitement. This was Black Forest Cookie’s day, and every choice, every decision, needed to be guided by what would make her happy. A satisfied bride meant a satisfied planner, after all. And if she was to fulfill this vision, she had to set aside her emotions. It was about her happiness, not mine.
No matter what, I’ll make this wedding perfect for Black Forest. Her happiness is everything. She repeated the thought like a mantra, but even as the resolve settled into her chest, a lingering ache remained. Even so...
Black Forest Cookie’s next words only deepened the quiet ache inside Wedding Cake Cookie. There was a pause, as if the bride was lost in thought, and then, with a subtle nod, she began to speak, her voice carrying a depth that sent a shiver down Wedding Cake’s spine.
“My dream wedding… is a little unique. Since it’s for… them.”
Wedding Cake Cookie’s smile faltered, though she quickly masked the shift. Oh... You must really love your partner. The words slipped out politely, but inside, a sharp tinge of jealousy spiked through her. Who are they? Are they worthy of you? The thought tasted bitter, but she quickly buried it.
But then Black Forest Cookie’s voice took on a tone that struck a chord deeper than anything before. "Without Their ever-lasting grace and life, I would be nothing but a crumb… My sweetness only sings for Them…!"
Wedding Cake Cookie felt her bitterness fade like a fog being swept away by a gentle breeze, replaced by something else—admiration. Only for Them, huh? She couldn't help but be moved by the intensity of Black Forest's devotion. What a bride she is…
In that moment, Wedding Cake Cookie saw it—Black Forest Cookie, with her heart bared wide for the one she loved. Her eyes shimmered with an intensity that spoke of a bond deeper than any ceremony could signify. They are two halves of one whole, Wedding Cake thought. Two hearts, perfectly matched, filled with love. As much as she longed to be the one standing beside her, she knew deep down that it could never be her place. She was the planner, not the bride.
Wedding Cake Cookie quickly shook off the ache that rose again, and plastered a bright smile back onto her face. "OH MY! How romantic!!!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. Her voice bubbled with excitement, eager to shift the focus back to the wedding she was about to create. "Alrighty then! Describe to me... the atmosphere, the vibes you want for your wedding!"
Black Forest Cookie met her gaze with a calmness that only deepened the sense of reverence in the air. Her voice was a soft whisper that cut through the stillness. "Firstly… I want my ceremony to take place in the… dead of the night."
Wedding Cake Cookie blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected request. How odd, she thought, confusion clouding her mind for a split second. But then, like a wave crashing over her, the idea took root. But I can’t find myself disagreeing with her wish... A quiet thrill coursed through her veins. She smiled softly, as the vision in her mind began to form. I see her vision now. I’ll make it happen.
"Oh…?" Wedding Cake Cookie leaned forward, voice gentle as she absorbed the idea. "A wedding in the middle of the night? Oh! I see your vision now!" Her smile deepened, her imagination painting the scene. "A beautiful and serene wedding, illuminated by moonlight…"
She could already feel it—a night bathed in soft, ethereal light. It suited Black Forest so perfectly, like a dream made flesh. It’s hauntingly perfect, Wedding Cake thought. It fits her so well...
"Yes," Black Forest Cookie nodded, her voice quiet yet satisfied. "And I want black roses with accents of jam-red cherries."
Wedding Cake Cookie’s breath caught. Flowers... How elegant... She quickly responded, the awe in her voice unmistakable. "Ah, yes, black roses symbolize everlasting love. What an elegant choice of florals!" She paused, her thoughts racing. I understand completely. Everything about you is unique. This wedding... it’s unlike any other. A deep gratitude filled her chest. I’m so lucky to be a part of this.
Black Forest Cookie’s lips curved into a small smile, her eyes softening with a quiet amusement. "Hu hu… Everyone will be stunned in silence."
"Yes, yes!" Wedding Cake Cookie’s excitement bubbled up, her voice rising with renewed energy. "The guests will be in absolute awe!" In her mind, she added, Especially the shining star—Black Forest herself. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking it—there was something about Black Forest Cookie that commanded attention. She was the one everyone would stop to stare at, the one who stole the spotlight without even trying.
“This will be a wedding unlike any other!” Wedding Cake Cookie declared, her grin wide with excitement. “Leave it up to me to make all your muffin-filled dreams come true.”
I will make this the best wedding ever, Wedding Cake thought to herself. And I will do everything in my power to make Black Forest happy... even if I am not the one standing by her side.
As Black Forest Cookie’s gaze softened, Wedding Cake Cookie felt a renewed sense of purpose surge through her. I just got hired for the most unique wedding I’ve ever worked on! The vision was clear now—moonlight, black roses, and cherries—an atmosphere of somber elegance. She could see it all. I’ll make sure to make the bride’s wishes come true.
Yet, despite the thrill of the task at hand, the ache in her chest refused to quiet. A whisper of longing tugged at her heart. The love she had always yearned for—was it only a dream, something she would never find? Would she always be destined to watch from the sidelines as others found what she had only imagined?
The longing isn’t enough to keep Black Forest by my side, she thought, the sadness creeping back. It would never be enough.
Still, a part of her heart whispered against the truth. Why does my heart still hope? Why did she still wish, even for the smallest chance, that she could be the one to receive the love Black Forest spoke of so freely, so openly?
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