The main climax of the wedding was over, meaning that the vows were shared, tears were shed, "I do"s were spoken, and rings were exchanged. Then came the part when everyone comes back to the banquet Hall, and waits for the two of you to cut the cake, so that they could start eating.

Weddings were never about the bride and groom, and their happiness. It was about everyone else's. About their getting free food, and dancing a bit. And you've read your share of horror stories of these festivities gone wrong, especially those concerning the cake. Sometimes, family members demand a little more hullabaloo than necessary, and shove the bride's face into the cake. The major problem was never so much that the cake became smushy and money was wasted and that no one could eat it now, but more that.. best case scenario, the bride's makeup is ruined, and worst case scenario; the rods which hold up the usually three-tiered cakes get shoved into the bride's head and there's blood and brain damage into what was supposed to be an act of silliness.

Imagine your worry when you and Simon have cut the cake, and a drunk uncle yells out "Shove her face in the cake!", and even your little cousins hoot for the same. Seeing the worry in your face, Simon shakes his head.

" Nah, we won't be 'avin' any of that, thanks." he firmly states to the crowd, uses the knife to scrape off a bit of the frosting, takes a bit on his fingers and taps a splotch of the stuff on the tip of your nose. Very cute, very classy.