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.