“We are meeting them to taste cakes this afternoon,” I said.

At one o’clock, Evelyn and I walked into a downtown wedding caterer’s showroom.

The front windows were frosted glass, and the air inside smelled strongly of spun sugar and sweet almond extract.

Samantha and Brandon were already sitting at a round glass table in the far corner.

Brandon was looking through a thick binder of pastry photos while Samantha texted rapidly on her phone.

Evelyn took the seat next to Brandon and patted her blue silk scarf.