"So you can have your cake, give you something good to celebrate."

[glamorqueen]

Who: Romeo Dalton and Liz Harrison
What: Let them eat cake!
Where: Liz's store
When: Wednesday afternoon

It had been a crazy morning. Romeo had done a life appearance on a morning breakfast show talking about Grease, so he had to be up a lot earlier than he normally would be. Then he had to squash an appointment at the day spa for The Works because he could never been seen without anything but perfectly manicure nails, and there was the quickie with Winnie at lunchtime when his lover came home for his lunch break. That actually turned into two quickies because they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Needless to say, Romeo had been very reluctant to let his lover go back to work, but alas, he walked him back and now had an errand to run.

He found the place he was looking for that came highly recommended by his agent who knew this place often did cakes for opening night parties, so that would work. It was all very cute and quaint, like it stepped out of a Fairy Tale or something. He went in and rang the bell on the counter that was currently unattended and took his compact mirror out of his bag to make sure his hair was all in place.

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[losing_my_religion]

Liz hadn't been lying when she told Jesse that she had a lot of orders in for Valentine's Day, and there had been a few more that came in before all was said and done, but she'd locked that date at this point to ensure that no more orders came in. Her store was a small operation, with just Liz and a couple of employees, so there was no question that there was only so much they could take on before all was said and done. Luckily, most of the weddings they were dealing with were at different times of day. It gave them a little bit of wiggle room for deliveries. Liz heard the bell at the door and left her two assistants in the back, working on a birthday cake for a four year old that was all Frozen characters, and made her way up front.

"Hi, I'm Liz," she said to the customer, who was checking his hair in a handheld mirror. "May I help you with something?" He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place him, and she was actually focusing on not staring at him in an attempt to figure it out.