“You can’t take the wedding cake!”
“Stop! Stop right now!”
“Grandma deserved to be paid. Since you refused, I paid her. This is my cake now.”
“It doesn’t work that way! It was made for my wedding!”
I picked up a spoon from the table setting. Turned it over in the light.
“Grandma’s cakes are superb. I’m sure this one will taste wonderful.”
I raised the spoon toward the frosting, nice and slow.
“This is my cake now.”
“Stop!” Ashley shrieked. “Don’t you dare!”
I stopped.
The spoon hovered an inch from the fondant. The whole room hovered with it.
“You’re petty!” Ashley said, loud enough that the back tables turned around. “You’re jealous! You’ve always hated me, and you’re doing this to ruin my wedding!”
I held the spoon steady.
“Don’t you dare!”
