Flynn Vasilios P.O.V

"Flynn, can you get some cake for me? Please?" Ximena pleaded when I entered her room. Her room was filled with roses, gifts, chocolates, dresses, and makeup. 

 "Xim, you're about to get married, can't you at least wait until after?" 

"Come on," She whined. "I'm really craving it!"

I let out an exasperated sigh and looked at my Cartier watch. There's still an hour left before the wedding. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and searched for the closest bakery.

"What cake do you want?" I asked, looking up from my phone. 

Ximena's eyes lit up. Of course, it would. It always does when food...