Chapter 6

By seven, I had made a second sample.

The flowers were smaller because I did not have time to shape each petal. The pale blue details were simpler. The frosting was smooth, but not as smooth as the one I had finished before sunrise.

My sister stood beside me while I packed it.

"It looks beautiful," she said.

"It looks rushed."

"It looks like you worked all night after someone shut off the cold cabinet."

I closed the box. "The bride doesn't know that."

"But she should."

"No." I picked up the sample. "She needs a cake, not my problems."