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1
In my flat at Brides by the Sea: White letters and net curtains
LOVE YOU, LOVE CHOCOLATE MORE â¦
I canât help smiling at the message the client has ordered to put on top of the cake as I stamp the letters out of the thinly rolled icing. White words on a mocha background, and all going on top of a dark chocolate sponge. Itâs just out of the oven, steaming on the wire cooling rack next to the tiny table where Iâm working, and filling the kitchen with a heady mix of vanilla and cocoa. I lean forward to crank open the little porthole window to let in some air, and catch a glimpse of the sea, turquoise and glistening in the February sun. When I lived with Brett, his penthouse had seaward facing balconies and floor to ceiling ocean vistas, but this last six months Iâve come to love my jewel sized view from this borrowed crowâs nest flat. A tiny corner of an attic over a wedding shop might not be everyoneâs first choice, but itâs home for me.
âPoppy, Poppy, come down quick.â If Jessâs shriek hadnât come echoing up the stairwell, I could have filled you in on the gory details of how I came to be here. As it is I need to go, and fast, because itâs also part of the deal that I help in the shop whenever Iâm called. Which is why Iâm clattering down the stairs two at a time, instead of giving you back story.
Bridal shops are emotional places, but Jess the shop owner is usually the one holding the mayhem together and mopping up the tears, not the one screaming like a banshee. This must be big news. I wind my way downwards through the shop, past the dark blue of Groomswear, through the shell pink Bridesmaids Beach Hut. I hurry through the Shoe Room with its shelves of exquisite heels, zoom through Cakes, then Flowers, before I finally find Jess in the ground floor White Room, flapping her hands and all breathless next to the rail of wedding dresses.