“Of course.”

The plan was simple.

The clinic wrote the baby’s sex on a card and sealed it.

Chloe and Spencer delivered the envelope to Sweet Delights Bakery in Oakhaven.

The baker would make the inside pink or blue.

Nobody else would know.

At least that was what Chloe and I believed.

On the morning of the party, I arranged lawn chairs, cleaned the patio table, and hung neutral decorations along the fence.