Birthday Cake

Jean-Claude came in with the distinctive white and black box, the very container sending Proustian thrills up her spine.

“Non, cheri, tell me you did not go to Stohrer for my birthday cake.”

He put the box down on the table. “I did not.”

“But that box is from the most famous patisserie in Paris. They made birthday cakes for Louis XV. I begged you not to do this. A slice of birthday cake has a whopping 12 WeightWatcher points, which is half of what I’m allowed to eat all day. Is this some kind of diet sabotage thing?”

“I love you the way you are. Open it.”

Her mind buzzing with conflict—should she taste it to be polite?—she slipped the box open, then parted the pink tissue paper. There was a splendid cuff in every pastel.

She threw her arms about his neck. “I love it!”

He smiled. “Twelve points for me, eh?”

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The Birthday Cake bracelet, unlike birthday cake, will be fun to wear year-round. ($120). Visit with Louisa on the Contact page if interested.