Madara Uchiha sat at a table seemingly lost in the contents of his paperwork. However, he was keeping a watchful eye on the clock. The thin red hand ticked off every second that went by. His dear [Name] was extremely late. She had begged him repeatedly to join her for the appointment at a bakery that dealt with large cakes for receptions. [Name] felt that Madara should also have a say in the type of cake they wanted for their wedding.
Madara could have honestly cared less about the cake. He trusted [Name]'s good judgement in organizing the wedding. Unfortunately, [Name] always asked for his input, and Madara simply agreed to all her choices. What [Name] wanted, he'd get it for her no matter the cost. After all, he was uniting his life with her.
[Name] walked briskly up to his table clearly out of breath. He stared up at her waiting for her to begin explaining herself. [Name] took a moment to catch her breath before beginning to speak.
"I'm so sorry I'm late! I got held up back at the station. It's so busy during this hour," [Name] said.
Madara gathered his papers as he replied to her. "I've told you time and time again to have the chauffeur drive you. I don't want you wandering the streets alone."
[Name] pouted. "Madara, I couldn't do that. Why should I bother that poor man just for a drive to this place?"
Madara halted glancing up at his fiancée. They were from two social statuses, but that didn't stop him from asking her to marry him. He could care less of what the world had to say about them. He loved [Name], and she loved him. However, [Name] still hadn't adjusted to his extravagant lifestyle, and so she went about her days without thinking about the fancy commodities he offered. [Name] cleaned, cooked, and traveled by her own means. The servitude had taken an instant liking to her as soon as she imposed herself on their jobs. As his future wife, [Name] claimed that she wanted to do everything for Madara. He had to remind her constantly that she didn't have to do that for him.
Before Madara could respond to [Name]'s comment, an older woman approached them with a black binder in her arm. [Name] took a seat realizing that it was the person that was going to attend them. The woman introduced herself and took a seat at the table as well putting the binder in front of her.
"I thank you both for choosing our company to cater to your wedding. I understand there numerous guests at the wedding. Why don't we start with the size of the cake first. You can choose the style of the cake, as well before settling on a flavor."
"Oooh! That sounds exciting!" [Name] exclaimed.
"That'd be fine," Madara replied nonchalantly.
The woman proceeded to open the binder, and show the couple the various sizes and styles the cake could be made into. Madara wasn't particularly listening stealing little glances at [Name] as she looked at the pictures being shown to her. Her face was brightly lit, and he could see the excitement in her eyes. She was practically radiant as a bride to be. That's all he wanted. To see her like that every day for the rest of their lives. If this is what [Name] looked like as she selected the choices for their wedding cake, Madara couldn't wait to see what she'd look like on the day of their wedding.