Sham's apartment

Sham opend the door. "Wow, it get's dusty fast.." he turned on the lights and the heat. "geez.." Annabelle sat on the couch. "I'm gonna call Hugo.." Sham nodded as he put his stuff in his room. Hugo answered the phone. "yes?" Annabelle was laughing. Hugo sighed. "It's YOU!" she nodded and laughed. "Yep! guess what!" he rolled his eyes and answered. "what?" she laughed. "I'm getting MARRIED!" all she heard was silence, then grumbling as he held down his response. Annaebelle was surprised. "Ok..." he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, goodbye.." he hung up on her. She held the phone disgrunteled. "By the way, I'm taking you back to Austria.." she said to the air. He loved austria, and had always wanted to go back to they're mother's old ranch. she shook her head. Sham came back in. "What is it?" She looked at him. "Oh, nothing...actually, I'll be right back.." She jumped up, Sham looked at her as she drove off quickly.

Annabelle got back. She was mad. She sat in her car for a while. Then, Sham came out. He knocked on the window. She opend it. "now, what can I get ya miss.." he said in a very bad southern accent. Annabelle laughed as he smiled and helped her out of the car. "Now, what do you say we go pick out a cake.." Annabelle was shocked and stared at him. "What? What'd I say?" "you want to BUY a cake? like from a BAKERY?" he nodded, confused. "WHY?" he shrugged. "Becouse we need a cake.." Annabelle laughed. "Your joking, I know it, I don't think I've bought a cake in what, 10 years? Why should I now?" he shrugged. "Cause' it's your wedding!" Annabelle finally gave in. "But, I want to oversee how they make it.." Sham laughed and nodded as they pulled into the bakery.