The wedding cake was the hues of soft summer roses, everything from champagne to dusky red. Rather than being one cake, it was assembled from many tiny ones that arose in columns with buttercream between. And amid the rose-hued cake were fresh roses from nature's garden. It was romantic... as marriage should be. It looked absolutely beautiful as Autumn had thought it would be. They cut the cake and then it was served to everyone. Our wedding cake was one of grandma's specials. She spoke often of how she was planning it and that it was a lot of work... "especially at her age"... but it was the sort of complaining that comes from deep happiness and the need to feel needed.
There was a stone platform which had been converted into the make shift dance floor with fairy lights twinkling all ove
