I hesitated.
Then he plucked it from my fingers.
I’d forgotten I was still holding it.
He turned toward the cake.
Ashley smiled, tight and victorious, already smoothing her hair for the photographer.
Daniel stepped up to the tiers.
He looked at them for a long moment, those perfect ivory layers, those little sugar roses that had taken my grandmother’s aching hands four days to shape.
And then he plunged the spoon straight into the middle.
“Finally. Somebody around here has some sense.”
It went in deep.
He dug out a huge, ragged scoop of frosting and sponge, lifted it, and put the whole thing in his mouth.
Ashley gasped. A few guests gasped with her.
Daniel chewed. The room went dead quiet.
“Daniel!” Ashley screamed. “What are you doing?!”
A few guests gasped with her.
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