I love Paris, I love pretty cakes, I love pink flowers, I love hand drawn decorations. This cake, it is made entirely of love.
Normally I'd scream overkill at a cake this busy but there is some amazing balance going on here. A striped rainbow heart inside a striped rainbow cake? A rainbow of fondant sprinkles so perfect they must have been placed there by very patient elves? I swoon for this kind of overkill.
Let's play sleuths: What's the connection here? Sure sure, you may say it's someone's 20th birthday and they love owls but that's too easy. There must be a deeper meaning. Is there a secret society of owls? Is there a code to which side they wear their flowers on? Is 20 a mystical number?
As an American, I'm not super familiar with the traditional high tea ritual. Once for a bachelorette party I had tea at the Bellagio with a bunch of fancy ladies. We had champagne and lots of tiny delicious foods. This cake would have been a gaudy yet not unwelcome addition.