While holding a microphone and standing next to Cole, Joan asked her man, in front of their invited guests, "Babe, do you have a sunburn? Or... Are you always this hot?""Haha!" Joan not only flushed, but she gave her first hysterical laugh for the night. Even Cole hissed at her first try. It was the evening of their engagement party, held at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel. Cole and Joan reserved an entire restaurant from within the property to accommodate all their visitors. In the middle of their dinner, Cole and Joan gave their friends and family an unusual entertainment, something that could tickle their bones. They both agreed on coming up with their preferred pickup lines and throw them at each other. The person to run out of words would lose the game and would give the other party; a sexy dance. Hearing Joan's first attempt, Cole was left chuckling. He knew he was a hottie, but coming from Joan, it sure felt good. 

"Fruitcake, carrot cake, pound cakes - either chocolate or vanilla, buttermilk and there is also banana cake," the pastry chef personally entertained the couple's cake tasting, right after deciding on the design of their wedding cake. Cole and Joan stayed at Ritz-Carlton Hotel overnight. It was officially the venue of their choice for their upcoming wedding and the hotel, together with their wedding planner, had several agendas for them, a day following their engagement party. "Or we could also do a mix of flavors considering you have five layers of cake," suggested the pastry chef. Cole and Joan tasted the cake options from one of the hotel's restaurants and both gave their preferences. "I like buttermilk," reported Cole. "The fruitcake isn't so bad either.""I like carrot cake," said Joan. "I want two layers of carrot cake. And he gets his preferred flavors the very last - I mean the small sizes."Joan grinned at Co

Joan was looking for an artist to design holiday website backgrounds and logos for her boutique, and she came across an artist online under the pen name of Olive. It was common to get commissioned work from online artists, and that was what she did. They were efficient and reasonably priced. So far, she was very satisfied, reading the feedback of Olive's clients that she requested for a job. Logging-in to the freelance site, she messaged Olive and gave the conditions of the artwork she needed for her boutique. Olive replied in just half an hour with a confirmation. What surprised Joan the most was how Olive seemed to know her!"Oh, Joan. How are you?" Asked Olive from the freelance site's chat box. "Um. Do I know you?" Joan replied back, sneering in front of her laptop. She was sitting behind her office desk, communicating with the artist. "Sort of, but that's not really important. I'm happy to work

"Babe, seriously. You can't play cupid between Chris and Olivia. What if - you fall for Chris?" He said it so casually, but Joan could tell that Cole's concerns were true. She formed a sly grin on her face and hugged him by the waist. She pecked on his cheek and said, "That won't happen. I love you.""But - " Cole's objections were promptly cut off by her explanation. "Besides, I wasn't playing cupid between Olivia and Chris." Joan forced them to lay on the bed. She first rested her head on his arms and pointed out, "I was playing cupid between Aunt Edith and Katie! There is a difference!"Holding Cole's jaws, she said, "You, on the other hand, you are going to hint to Chris that it is about that that he looks at another woman!""I don't know." Cole sighed and put his hand at the back of his head. He moved closer to Joan and said, "We haven't spoken clearly bout him refusing to be my best man. I told him, though, that I wished he would

From the CEO office of the Hale Industries, Christopher found himself checking the distance between Pacific Grove and Los Angeles. It wasn't really so far. It was a five-hour drive. He muttered, "I could go there on weekends, I suppose."Yet again, he leaned back, finding himself in a puzzled state. He asked himself, "Why do I want to go to Pacific Grove again?"He just shook his head and leaned back to his seat. He wound up questioning his unsettling emotions.Last night, after having dinner with Olivia and Katie, he discussed the idea of moving away. He assured her there was no hurry in moving out from his penthouse. Moreover, he really did not have somebody to call his own. In short, he was single, currently unable to mingle, was still too hurt to find someone else, and did not have use for a bachelor's pad.While Olivia agreed to his suggestion, she still expressed it was necessary for her and her daughter to move out. Back t