Daniel placed the spoon on the cart and crossed the room as every guest watched.
When he reached Grandma’s chair, he knelt before her in his wedding suit and took both her hands.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice breaking. “For all the hours you put into this. I’m so sorry for how Ashley treated you.”
“Oh, sweetheart.”
Grandma blinked rapidly.
“Please don’t be upset. It’s your wedding day. I never wanted…”
“You did nothing wrong,” he said. “Nothing. Do you hear me?”
She nodded as tears finally spilled down her cheeks.
Daniel drew a deep breath, and somehow I felt it in my own chest.
“I’m sorry I didn’t find out what kind of person Ashley was before I married her. It’s going to be a mess to undo this.”
I nearly fell out of my chair.
Grandma’s face turned pale with horror.
“Daniel, no, don’t say that, dear…”
Across the room, Ashley’s heels pounded toward us.
“Undo what?” she demanded.
Daniel stood and faced her.
“Our marriage.”
Ashley gave a small, strained laugh of disbelief.
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not.”
“Oh, my God. You’re going to ruin our wedding over a cake?”
“No, Ashley.”
His voice was calm, exhausted, and completely certain.
“The cake was never the problem.”
“This is your sister!”
Ashley pointed accusingly at me.
“She manipulated you! She set this whole thing up, and you can’t possibly mean it!”
