“Be extremely careful with the top layer when you lift it.” She left without giving a single backward glance at Grandma.

The heavy wooden front door clicked shut, leaving the house completely silent.

I wanted to grab my car keys and drive straight to the venue to drag that cake back by its satin ribbon.

“Please do not do that, sweetie,” Grandma said quietly from behind me.

She was sitting at the wooden table with her trembling hands folded tight, her blue eyes brimming with unshed tears as she looked utterly devastated.

“It is Brandon’s big wedding day, sweetheart, and I really do not want a scene today,” she whispered.