Ashley’s head snapped toward me. “Why would you put that in our wedding gift?”
“I needed to know if you’d make it right. Instead, you tried to hide it.”
Then I turned and walked toward the cake.
“Why would you put that in our wedding gift?”
I heard her heels clicking behind me, fast and angry.
“Where are you going? Hey. Hey!”
I reached the cart, found the little brake lever on the wheel, and flicked it up with my toe.
“What are you doing?” Ashley said.
I pushed the cart slowly across the dance floor, terrified that one bump would destroy Grandma’s work. Guests turned to watch.
“What are you doing?”
Ashley trailed me like an angry kite.
“Stop! Stop right now!”
I parked the cart beside my table and sat down.
“What the hell are you doing?” Ashley hissed.
“Well,” I said, “I paid for it. I thought I might as well enjoy it.”
