I had forgotten I was holding it the entire time.

He turned his body toward the four tier cake resting on the cart.

Brittany smiled brilliantly behind him, tight and victorious, already smoothing down her lace gown for the photographer who was standing nearby.

Brandon stepped right up to the heavy tiers.

He stared at the masterpiece for a long moment, taking in those perfect ivory layers and the hundreds of tiny sugar roses that had taken our grandmother’s aching, arthritic hands three full days to craft.

And then, without warning, he plunged the metal spoon straight into the middle of the second tier.