“Apparently, not enough to pay Grandma.”
Ashley had no answer. She gathered her skirts and stormed through the barn doors, her veil fluttering behind her as all 150 guests watched in stunned silence.
The cake stood beside my table, still beautiful except for the huge crater Daniel had made in its center.
Grandma wiped her eyes, examined the damage, and let out a practical sigh.
“You know, dear,” she said, “there are proper ways to cut a cake.”
