Obviously Asma’ will be making my wedding cake.

She has agreed to allow me into her kitchen to help make it since I wanted to be in the process of my own cake.

A pretty big deal because she never ever lets me touch her cakes.

I told her I wanted something elegant but exudes grandeur since it’ll be the cake I remember for the rest of my life.

We haven’t agreed on the flavour, or whether or not I want it to be a real cake or a fake one.

For now, we’re going to decide on the concept.

She gave me this picture.

Veryyyyy funny.

Na-ah, girlfriend.