Icing on the Cake (7 page)

Jenna's wake-up call rang at exactly 5 a.m.

“Good morning!” said a chipper voice from the reception desk. “This is your five o'clock wake-up call.”

“Ugh,” Jenna yawned. “Could ya not be so happy about it?”

“It's a beautiful day!” the woman continued. “Lots of bright sunshine and temperatures in the 90s.”

“Did you say 90s?” Jenna was suddenly wide awake.

“Yes, we're expecting a bit of a heat wave for April—103 degrees by noon.”

“
Dios
mío!
” Jenna slammed the receiver down. “We have a huge
problema
!”

She raced through the suite and into the other bedroom where the girls were fast asleep. “Kylie, Sadie, Lexi, Delaney—
despierta
! Wake up!”

Kylie rubbed her eyes. “What's the matter?”

“It's supposed to be over 100 degrees today! Our cupcakes are gonna be soup in that sun!” Jenna said, tugging off their comforters. “We need a Plan B, fast!”

“Why didn't you think about the cupcakes melting before?” Lexi complained.

“Who knew we were gonna have a heat wave?” Jenna cried.

“Calm down.” Kylie tried to be the voice of reason. “We can keep the cupcake tower indoors until dessert, in the air-conditioned lobby. Maybe set up some fans to blow on it outside when we wheel it into the garden?”

“Okay, okay.” Jenna tried to steady her nerves. “Maybe that will work.”

Delaney raised her hand. “Guys. Just one question: Didn't we shut off all the power in the kitchen last night when we left?”

“Yes,” Kylie said. “We turned off all the power like we were supposed to.”

“
Including
the
air
conditioner!
” Jenna screamed. “Double dios mio!” The girls raced through the lobby, still in their pj's, and unlocked the door to the kitchen.

“It's like an oven in here,” Jenna said. “It must be 100 degrees!” She flipped on the light, and there was the cupcake tower, looking wilted.

Lexi climbed the ladder and inspected each tier. “Oh, no! All the icing is mush!” she said. “It all melted.” She handed Jenna a cupcake with a sad little puddle of royal icing on top.

“Let's not panic,” Kylie said.

Lexi nodded. “Fondant is gum paste. It will hold up better than icing. We can put a layer of buttercream under it.”

“And we rolled out tons of it last night and put it in the fridge,” Delaney said.

Kylie held up her cell phone. “Check this out. This is called the giant granadilla flower, and it's native to Ecuador.” She showed her friends a large, white and purple blossom with intricate fringe petals. “That would cover each cupcake and look really pretty.”

“
Sí,
” Jenna said. “I saw those in Ecuador. “They're called the passion flower because they give off passion fruit. That would be perfect for a wedding.”

“We could do a passion fruit buttercream under the fondant,” Sadie added. “That would be delicious with the
tres
leches
cake.”

Kylie looked at the clock on the oven. “Guys, I don't want to scare you, but we have only three hours 'til we have to be dressed and ready for photos in the garden.”

“Move! Move!” Jenna shouted. “Sadie and Kylie, you're on the buttercream; Lexi and Delaney, you do the granadillas, and I'll scrape off the mess on all these cupcakes!” They set the kitchen table up like an assembly line in a factory: Jenna scraped; Sadie spread on a thin layer of buttercream; Lexi and Delaney decorated. Kylie stood at the end and stacked each cupcake on the tower tiers. “Keep it comin,'” she called. “Only about 150 more to go!”

“
Qué desastre!
” Jenna panted, scraping the cupcakes as fast as she could with a flat knife. “What a mess!”

It took them two hours, but by 7:30 a.m., all of the cupcakes were done except the giant one on top.

“Let's cover it in white fondant and figure out what to place on top as a decoration,” Lexi said.

Delaney rolled the gum paste smooth and thin, and Kylie helped her lower it gently over the cupcake.

“It's a big blank cupcake,” Jenna said. “Now what?”

“I'm thinking! I'm thinking!” Lexi replied, frazzled. “I was going to do the monogram on a white chocolate plaque, but that would melt in the heat.”

“We can't just have a big white cupcake—it'll look awful in pictures,” Delaney said.

“Pictures! Delaney, that's it! You're a genius!” Jenna cried.

She dug in her purse and pulled out the wedding invitation with a photo of her mother and Leo on it.

“What won't melt in the heat? A sculpture! You watched that artist sculpt a figure in the palazzo yesterday that was amazing. Let's go find him and see if he'll do one of my mom and Leo fast!”

“That's brilliant,” Lexi said. “We can put a dowel through the center of the cupcake to support it on top, and it will be an amazing keepsake for your mom and stepdad.”

Jenna and Kylie were already out the door, racing through the Venice streets in search of the Italian sculptor. They found him setting up his wares on a table next to the gondola ride.

“Sir! Sir!” Jenna cried. “Can you come with me—and bring your tools and some plaster? We need you to sculpt a bride and groom for a wedding cake!”

“
Che
cosa?
” the man asked.

“Oh, no!” Jenna replied. “Do you speak English?
Habla
español?
”

“
Non
capisco
,” the man tried to explain.

“I don't speak Italian, but I'm pretty sure that means, ‘I have no idea what you are saying,'” Kylie said.

“Wait! I know someone who
does
speak Italian!” Jenna said. “Stay here!” she told the artist. “Don't move!”

She raced upstairs to the penthouse bridal suite and banged on the door. “Leo, Leo! Come quick! We need you!” she shouted.

Leo came to the door, already in his tuxedo. “What's up, Jenna? Everything okay? Your mom went to get ready with your sisters and brothers…”

“That's great—we don't want them to see,” Kylie added.

“See what?” Leo asked.

Jenna grabbed his hand. “Don't ask questions. Just come with us!” They ran back to the artist who looked frightened that they had returned.

“Tell him we need him to make a sculpture of a bride and groom,” Jenna told Leo.

“
Signore
,” Leo began. He explained what the girls needed, and that it was an “
emergenza
.”

“Well?” Jenna asked. “Will he do it?”

“
Sì, sì
.” The man smiled. He picked up his chisel and a small block of plaster.

Jenna grabbed the startled gentleman by the arm. “Come with me! Quick!”

Leo chuckled. “Try
‘Venga subito'
and he'll understand you better. And I'll see you at the wedding, girls, in two hours—hopefully out of your pajamas.”

•••

The finished sculpture looked exactly like Jenna's mother and Leo. “It's amazing,” Jenna said, admiring it. “How can we ever thank you?”

He held out his hand. “400
dollari
.”

Sadie searched for an Italian translation on her phone. “He just asked you for 400 dollars.”

“No way! That's all the profit we made on the Elvis cupcakes!” Kylie said.

Jenna handed over a stack of twenty-dollar bills. “Here ya go. So much for making money this weekend.”

“
Grazie
,” the artist said, tipping his cap. “
Buongiorno
.”

“At least we have an amazing cupcake tower for your mom's wedding,” Kylie said. “And twenty minutes to get dressed and cleaned up.”

The garden gazebo at the Venice Hotel was decorated with dozens of white roses and swags of lace.

Jenna stood outside on the balcony of the bridal suite, taking it all in. The guests were already beginning to file in and take their seats. She spotted her grandma and her aunt and uncle from Ecuador, as well as her cousins. There were also tons of fashionable men and women that she assumed were Leo's Ralph Warren colleagues.

The suite was abuzz with activity: Gabby and Marisol were arguing over whether to wear their hair up or down; Ricky and Manny were fighting over the TV in the living room; and the PLC girls were primping in the bathroom.

“What are you doing out here?” Kylie asked, stepping out onto the balcony. She was dressed in the gold taffeta dress Jenna's mom had sewn for all the junior bridesmaids. It had a sweetheart neck and a puffy skirt with crinoline underneath, and the neckline fell softly around her shoulders.

“You look beautiful,” Jenna said.

“So do you!” Kylie gasped. “Spin! Let me see!”

Jenna's dress was extraspecial: a cream-colored taffeta with a gold sash around the waist and pearls adorning the bodice. Her mother had made small cap sleeves out of lace to match the bridal veil.

“OMG! You're gorgeous!” Kylie gushed.

“Of course I am,” Jenna joked. “Gorgeous is my middle name.”

“Actually, it's Alanza—which means ‘ready for battle,'” her sister Marisol interrupted. “Very fitting, don't you think, for my little sis who always has a chip on her shoulder?”

Marisol's and Gabby's gowns were floor-length and strapless but had the same pearl and gold sash detail as Jenna's. “You should come say hi to Leo's daughter, Maggie. She's here,” Marisol told her.

“Great.” Jenna sighed. “I can hardly wait.”

Maggie was chatting with Lexi, Sadie, and Delaney—something about Lady Gaga coming in concert in the spring to NYC. Jenna had met her once or twice, but never thought she'd become her stepsister. It felt strange to think of yet another kid in the Medina family.

“Hey, Jenna!” Delaney called. “We're all gonna get tix to see Gaga in concert! Maggie's a big fan too.”

“I'm not gaga over Gaga,” Jenna replied.

“You look really nice,” Maggie told her. “Your mom is an amazing dress designer. Our dad says maybe she can come work with him at Ralph Warren.”

Jenna winced as Maggie said “
our
dad,” but put it out of her mind. She wouldn't ruin things for her mom, no matter how she felt.

A hush suddenly fell over the suite as her mother strolled out in her wedding dress. The top was completely covered in lace and pearls, and the skirt fell in soft ruffled layers to the floor. Her head was covered with a traditional mantilla, a lace shawl that draped gently over her head and shoulders. “This belonged to your
abuela
,” she said. “It's something old.”

“And your earrings are borrowed from me,” Marisol said. “My favorite pearl studs.”

“And your dress is something new—since you made it,” Gabby chimed in. “So all that's left is something blue.”

Maggie walked over and handed her new stepmom a velvet pouch. “I think this might work,” she said. In it was a silver heart-shaped locket with the letter
B
for “Betty” spelled out in tiny blue sapphires. “I thought you could put a photo of you and Leo in it.”

“
Que
linda!
It's perfect,” Jenna's mom said, hugging Maggie. Once again, Jenna flinched.

“It was really sweet of Maggie to get her a gift,” Lexi whispered to Jenna. “She's really nice.”

“Uh-huh,” Jenna brushed off her comment. “Where are the bouquets? Why aren't they here yet?”

“They are,” Kylie said. “Which is our surprise for you, Jenna.” She handed Jenna a box. Inside was a bouquet made out of mini cupcakes, covered in white and gold fondant. “It was your mom's idea for all the bridesmaids. A little PLC personal touch!”

Lexi handed Jenna's mom her bouquet: each of the cupcakes was decorated with a white fondant rose. “
Te
gusta
, Jenna? Do you like it?”

“I love it.” Jenna smiled.

“Now all we're waiting on is the
juez
de
p
az
, the justice of the peace, to arrive,” Marisol said, checking the time. He was more than thirty minutes late. Leo had just sent her a text saying the guests were all melting in the scorching midday sun. Where was he?

“I tried his cell phone—there's no answer,” Gabby whispered to her.

“
Qué? Dónde está?
” Their mother was starting to fret. “We can't get married without someone to marry us!”

They waited and waited…'til the guests were wilting and the ceremony was almost an hour delayed.

“Where did you find this guy?” Jenna whispered to Gabby.

“Wed-in-vegas.com,” Gabby replied. “It was him, Liberace, or the Elvis guy who performs here at the hotel.”

“Elvis? Elvis is a justice of the peace?” Jenna gasped.

“I guess so,” Gabby said. “Why?”

“Mami, get ready to walk down the aisle.” Jenna beamed. “There's someone who owes us a big favor…”