She picked up the knife next to the cake and grabbed keith's hand, putting it on top of hers while holding the knife and smiled at the photographer as they both cut into the cake. Around them, people erupted into applause.
Flashing the photographer a smile, dropping it soon after the flash went off„ Keith stepped back waiting to get his own pice of the cake. “Sorry ‘bout this love,” he smirked, quickly kissing her cheek as he moved back in place for the next picture. “Whenever you’re ready,” the photographer said, Keith replied only with a small nod, picking up his piece of cake to cover Rachel’s face with.