Coming August 1: The Wedding Cake Girl
Chapter One (excerpt)
"Wedding cakes," my mom always says, "are people's dreams—spun out of buttercream and sugar."
My own dreams are different—made of salt water and seahorses.
Mom stands at the kitchen counter with her back to me.
She wears her pink apron that says "Sue's Wedding Cakery, Santa Margarita Island." She must be experimenting with a new flavor, because something smells amazing.
I have to talk to her now. I've gotten special permission to attend an advanced oceanography program this summer at Beach City College, which is awesome,
because I'm just a senior in high school.
But the deadline to enroll is in three hours, at five o'clock. And Mom doesn’t know that. The $1700 tuition is due immediately upon acceptance, and she doesn't know that
either. In fact, Mom doesn't even know this program exists. Every time I go to talk to
her about it, my throat closes up.
I've just carried in a big box of cocoa and sugar, which I set down on the kitchen floor. On my good days, I think of Mom as "The Caked Crusader," whose mission in life is to fill the world with perfect wedding cakes. On my bad days, I think more like my friend Zack who, after we saw the film Titanic, began calling Mom "The Iceberg."
"Why?" I had asked him.
"Because she's in your way."
He didn't have to remind me what happened to the Titanic.