Her face twisted in disbelief.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
I slowly lifted the spoon toward the flawless white frosting.
And suddenly, the entire reception was watching us.
Part 3: The Moment My Brother Discovered His Bride’s Cruelty
The entire reception seemed to fall silent as I held my spoon just above the wedding cake’s flawless ivory frosting. Ashley stood across from me, her face burning with anger, while dozens of guests turned to see why the bride was screaming.
“Don’t you dare touch that cake!” she shouted.
I kept my hand steady.
“Why not? I paid for it, Ashley. Grandma received her money from me, not from you.”
“You’re unbelievable!” she snapped. “You’ve always been jealous of me! You’re deliberately trying to destroy my wedding!”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I let the spoon hover a little closer to the frosting, careful not to damage the beautiful sugar roses Grandma had worked so hard to create.
