Her pink dress, the color of a baby pig, decorated with lace and buttons, long and wide. Irish music plays in the background, she moves with the loud vibrations of the song, yet no wobble will let her fall. Her cheeks are rosy on her pale face, the glossy lipstick shimmers in the dim light. A tap on a glass with a spoon, a holler of excitement for people to gather around, though she does not move. They gather around her, raise a knife, and slice. 

Everyone loves cake.