“Instead, you immediately tried to hide the truth from your new husband.” Before she could scream at me, I turned on my heel and walked straight toward the center of the room where the cake was displayed.

I heard the frantic clicking of her high heels behind me, moving fast and angry across the polished floorboards.

“Where do you think you are going?

Hey, come back here right now!” she barked.

I reached the metal cart, located the tiny lever on the wheel, and flicked the brake mechanism up with the toe of my shoe.

“What in the world are you doing over there?” Brittany demanded as she caught up to me.

I began pushing the cart slowly and deliberately across the crowded dance floor, terrified that one small bump on the wood would destroy Grandma’s exquisite work.