PART 10

The invoice I’d tucked beneath the picture frame had one unexpected consequence.

A wedding guest named Marisol, who ran a small café in Richmond, asked if she could buy cakes from Rose for special events.

Marisol had tasted the wedding cake before the confrontation and wanted to know who had made the sugar flowers.

She tracked down Rose through a mutual friend and invited her to the café for tea.

Grandma nearly turned her down.