Sugar Rush ✔️

By thedoorwiththat

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She dreams of owning her own bakery one day. Baking is her passion and what she considers her dream job. She... More

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Violet

I put on the sapphire pendant necklace that Kostas got me from the auction. I finally have somewhere to wear it. He said this party is primarily a family event, but they always dress formal.

This necklace will definitely match the blue and gold theme that his party is centered around.

I'm also excited to meet his little sister. Kostas told them about me and I did the same with my family. His sister knows I'm the one who made her cake, so she's excited to meet me as well.

I'm wearing a blue mermaid gown to compliment the necklace and silver heels. I was going to follow the blue and gold color scheme, but the silver heels looked way better with this dress, especially because the chain on the necklace was silver. The sweetheart neckline allowed the necklace to sit nicely.

I had on a pair of earrings that matched the sapphire pendant on the necklace. It was one of the gifts I got from Kostas for Christmas. Sapphire also happens to be my birthstone which made me love the jewelry even more.

My hair is pulled back into a low ponytail with my edges done this time because I didn't feel like having it in my face today. I switched out my gold hoop for a silver one. With the amount of tattoos Kostas have, I'm sure they won't care about a little nose ring, besides, I never take my nose ring out unless I'm having some sort of x-ray done.

"You look beautiful." He said from behind me.
I thanked him and looked at myself in the mirror one last time before we left. On the way to the venue, I couldn't help but get nervous. This is bigger than him asking me to move some of my things into his house. I'm meeting his family for the first time, and I need to make a good impression.

Shit who knows, maybe they'll hate me and try to convince Kostas to break up with me. I'm someone he's been with 3 months so I don't think I'll matter much.

"Stop overthinking." He said, keeping his eyes on the road.
"I'm not." I told him.

"Yes you are, you always start biting your lip like that when you're deep in thought." He told me. My eyes widen. I didn't even realize I was doing that. I bring down the visor so I could check my makeup. I rub my lips together to make sure my lipstick is spread evenly again.

"I can't help being nervous." I told him.
"They'll love you, I told them all about you and they're all excited to meet you, so there's nothing to worry about, just be yourself." He said.
That didn't help as much as I thought it would.

"Do they know what I look like?" I asked him. It's a valid question. What if they're expecting some Greek girl? They're rich and come from old money so they could be the type to want to keep the bloodline pure for all I know.

He chuckled. "Yes, they've seen pictures of you."
I sighed in relief.
"I guess I can calm down now, but now I'm wondering what pictures you've shown them." I said skeptically. "Well, they've seen our red carpet pictures. There are articles posted about us, but I made sure the press didn't get out of hand. I didn't want them finding you and harassing you. I'll only make an official statement about us when you want me to." He said. Oh?

I honestly forgot about those pictures. The public isn't usually that interested in people with occupations like Kostas, but he gets a lot of attention because of how young, rich, and hot he is. Not my words, but I've seen that statement a few times in magazines.

Most businessmen in his field are old as fuck, so him being relatively young and attractive gets him a lot of attention. He's been on the cover of magazines and he's actually a few people's celebrity crushes. Too bad this baker got him first.

"Wow." Is all I could say. Do I want our relationship to become public? Not really. While it would bring a lot of attention to the bakery, publicity isn't always good. I don't want journalists flooding where I live and work. I'm still holding on to my goal of opening up my own bakery, so I don't want to be overwhelmed by reporters in the process.

Soon enough, we pull up to a building where there were many cars in the parking lot.
Kostas gets out and opens my door. I take a deep breath as he grabs my hand.

"You'll be fine." He said.

We walked through the doors and Kostas led me to a room. My heart was pounding, why am I so nervous?

The closer we got to the door, I heard music. It became clearer once the door opened.

"Χρόνια Πολλά!" They all shouted.
(Happy birthday)

Kostas smiled and waved at them all.
There was a Dj who was blasting music for the people on the dance floor. Two large banners were behind the Dj, one said Happy Birthday Kostas and the other was in Greek. His birthday isn't until Tuesday, which works out in my favor because that means I get to work on his cake tomorrow at the bakery. Mr. Jones said I was allowed to bake his cake there since it was Monday and a slow day.

There were many tables scattered around with beautiful blue and gold centerpieces. The tablecloths were white and there were chairs covered in a blue cloth with a gold ribbon tied behind them. Almost all of the tables were filled with people sitting down and the rest were on the dance floor or standing around the room.

I saw his cake on display, it was surrounded by cupcakes and other desserts. It was a 4 tiered blue and gold marbled cake. It look really nice and neat, I wonder what flavor it is.
There was also a table filled with food that some people were lined up to get. There were employees behind the table plating the food.

"I see my parents over there, let's go say hi." He said. We walked over to them and the first thing I see is an older version of Kostas. His dark brown hair had a few grey streaks in it and his beard was trimmed. He was wearing a navy blue suit. It's funny because Kostas is wearing a similar color, now they look even more alike.

"Geiá sou bampá" He said. The man smiled and they hugged. There was an older woman with light brown hair that was up in a high bun and another girl who looked pretty young. She had dark brown hair like Kostas and his dad. They must be his mom and sister. They both had on gowns, the woman's was navy and the girl's was gold. (Hey dad)

"Aftí eínai i kopéla sou?" His dad said and I didn't understand a word. I only know a few terms of endearment because Kostas has said them so much. (Is this your girlfriend?)

Kostas nodded and spoke in English this time. "Yes, this is Violet. Violet, these are my parents, Nicholas and Astraea, and that's my little sister Penelope."

"Nice to meet you." I smiled. So far so good.
"It's nice to finally meet you in person." His mom and I shook his dad's hand.

"You made my birthday cake right?" His sister asks softly. She seemed pretty shy. I nodded at her question. "Oh, it was really good, thank you." She said.

"You're welcome." I smiled. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure the cake they ordered for her was a single tier. Was her party like this one? If so, how did that little cake feed all of these people? Maybe they ordered a few different cakes, I wouldn't put it past them. I saw cupcakes on the table by his cake, so they probably had that too.

We all sat down at the table that had a bigger centerpiece than the rest. I guess this is his immediate family's table.

We conversed for a bit, getting to know each other, or more like, getting to know me. Looking around, I noticed that we were missing 2 people. "Is Hector and Aria here?" I asked Kostas.
"Probably somewhere on the dance floor." He said.

"You've met them?" His mother asks.
"Aria is my best friend and I met Hector the same day she did." I told her. She looked surprised.

"How long have you and Kostas been together?" Penelope asks. "About 3 months now." I answered.
"I hope my son has been treating you well, even though I don't know you that well, you already seem like an upgrade from that Agnes girl." His mother said making Kostas sigh. Penelope nodded, agreeing with her mother. I tried not to laugh. It seems like no one likes her.
I smiled. "He has."

"So, how did you two meet?" His dad asked.
"I'll let you explain that one mister sweet tooth." I said towards Kostas, making him laugh. I still can't believe he ordered one of every cookie we had on display.
He then began to tell them of our first encounter at the auction then how we met again when he was picking up Penelope's cake.

A lot of Kostas's family began to come and talk to him which led to us walking around the room and introducing me to his other family members. Kostas had to be my translator for a few people here, but a majority spoke English as well. Everyone was really nice and accepting, which I found weird, but I guess you can't judge a book by it's cover.

We danced for a bit and I felt a little restricted in this dress. I don't understand why they all dressed up like this if they're going to party this hard. We did end up seeing Aria and Hector on the dance floor. Aria's dress flared out a little so she had more room to move. She was wearing a gold sequined gown. 

Soon enough, it was time to cut the cake. Aria and Hector stood to the right of us. Both of them had champagne flutes in their hands.

His family started singing and I'm assuming it's a happy birthday song, but in Greek.
One of the workers began to cut pieces of the cake and hand them out. Kostas grabbed a plate for the both of us and we walked back to the table.

The cake was honey flavored and pretty good.
"Are you enjoying your birthday party?" I asked.
"Mhm, even more because you're here with me." He said. I smiled gave him a quick kiss and finished the rest of my cake. I want to try the other desserts, I've never tried them before except the baklava.

We ended up taking some of the desserts to go. I had a lot of fun, now it's time to start working on my cake for him.

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Thank you for 11k reads. Crazy to think this book was only published 3 weeks ago.

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