Ashley was telling the photographer to capture it from six angles.
Daniel grinned at Grandma across the room.
And that’s when I realized he knew nothing about what had happened when Ashley fetched the cake.
Grandma’s cake stood on a wheeled cart under the lights.
I found Grandma watching from the dessert table.
“It’s the best cake you’ve ever made,” I said.
“I’m glad he likes it.” She smiled, though her eyes still looked tired.
***
Around seven-thirty, with the cake-cutting minutes away, I walked up to the head table with the gift box in my arms.
“A little something for the happy couple,” I said.
He knew nothing
Ashley squealed. “Oh, you didn’t have to!”
She tore the ribbon off like a kid at Christmas. Lifted the lid. Pulled out the silver frame and held it up.
“Aww, cute.”
Then she saw the invoice.
If she apologized to Grandma and paid me, this would all be over in minutes. If not… well, this wedding would haunt her for the rest of her life.
