Nothing Tastes As Good (Cupcake Goddess) Read Online Free Page B

you’ll recall, you’re the one who pretty much badgered me to ask you out. And you know what,” Kyle stood up throwing his napkin onto the table, “you’re right. I shouldn’t be out with you.” He threw some bills on the table alongside the napkin. “I’m sorry. You seem like a nice person and I thought we had some things in common, but…” He shook his head. “Good luck, Kaitlyn. You’ll find the right person for you, but it isn’t me. I should be finding Kate and convincing her that we could be good together.” And with that he strode from the table.
    Kate sat there staring at his retreating form in shock. ”Wait! Kyle, I’m…”
    But it was too late. He was gone.
    * * *
    “Branwen! Branwen!”
    Branwen awoke to a pounding on her door which matched the pounding in her head. Tiffany had thrown another magnificent party which had resulted in an overindulgence of Irish car bomb cupcakes. Tiffany had sworn the alcohol got baked out of the cupcake. She hadn’t mentioned that the frosting was pretty much loaded.
    “I’m coming. Geez.” Branwen staggered to the door and fumbled with the locks. “Kate. What are you doing here?”
    “I need your help.”
    Branwen stared at the slender girl, at her red rimmed eyes and the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. No matter her size, Kate was obviously not a pretty crier. “Come in. I’ll put the coffee on. You might want to wash your face.” Branwen waved in the general direction of the bathroom.
    A few minutes later they were seated at the kitchen table with steaming cups of coffee. Kate looked marginally more human. Branwen felt marginally more human. Or more goddess. Whatever. Though she was swearing off cupcakes for at least the next twenty-four hours.
    “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”
    “I’m confused.” More tears streaked down Kate’s gaunt face.
    Oh, boy. Branwen loved this part. “What are you confused about?”
    “I thought being thin would make everything perfect.”
    “Didn’t it?”
    Kate shook her head, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. “Oh, no. Shopping is just as big a nightmare at size 2 as it was at size 16.”
    Branwen snorted. “I coulda told you that.”
    “What?”
    “Nothing. Go on.” She gave an airy wave.
    “Um, all these guys that used to ignore me or make fun of me suddenly think I’m hot. They all want to…to…well, you know.”
    Branwen repressed a laugh. “Yeah, I get the picture. What’s the problem?”
    “It pisses me off!” There was so much anger in Kate’s voice it took Branwen aback for a moment.
    “I see.”
    “Do you? Really? I mean these guys mocked me. They treated me like I was less than human all because I weighed a few extra pounds more than they thought I should. And now, just because I’m thin, they suddenly like me. I’m the same person!” Kate slammed her fist down on the table, sloshing coffee over the rim of her mug. “Oh, sorry,” she said, mopping it up with her napkin.
    “Don’t even worry about it.” Branwen patted her hand. She had a lot of sympathy for this girl. She knew what it was like for the world to think you were beautiful. She also knew what it was like when they didn’t. Unfortunately Kate had gotten a lot more of the latter than the former. Which kind of sucked.
    “And you know what’s worst of all? I went on a date with this guy I totally like and all he could talk about was me.”
    Branwen frowned. “Isn’t that a good thing?”
    “No, I mean the fat me.”
    “Now I’m confused. This is Kyle we’re talking about, right?”
    “Yes.” Kate blew her nose into her napkin.
    “So, you went on a date with him in your current form.”
    Kate nodded. “Yes. I was sure he’d like me once he saw me skinny, but it was like he remembered me. The me from before. And I think…”her eyes widened in shock. “I think he liked the old me better.”
    This time Branwen couldn’t help the wide grin that crossed her face. “Of course he did. You