“We found the perfect centerpiece dessert,” Samantha said.

She dropped her phone into her purse and flipped the binder open to a full-page glossy photograph.

The picture showed a towering white cake covered in delicate sugar flowers and gold leaf trim.

“It’s a five-tier imported fondant cake,” Samantha said.

“Four thousand five hundred dollars, not including the specialty delivery surcharge.”

I looked at the huge price printed at the bottom of the page.

“Who is importing it?” I asked.