“Oh,” Melinda chuckled, amused by the thought of the bride bribing her, when really her job was to provide what the bride wanted… and still keep it edible for the guest. “As long as you let me keep a picture of your cake for references, then that’s all I need. Can I get you anything before we start?”
As she spoke, she waved her wand to secure the wheels on the small trolley she had loaded up with cake and filling samples. “Also, I’ve had pregnant witches comment that fresh baked smell is too strong for them, so if you’d rather, we can go upstairs for a quieter tasting.”