Sadie meticulously arranged her brother’s wedding for the location, cake, and guests, or so she thought. Sadie discovers she wasn’t invited on the big day. With a wounded heart and a nicely frosted cake, she wants to see whether forgiveness is sweeter than retribution.
I always turn the other cheek. Life is too short for grudges. What did my sister-in-law do?
No. I’ll never forget or forgive it. I was thrilled when Noah, my younger brother, proposed to Vanessa.
Vanessa was quite keen. Every chat seemed like a covert exam, as if she were discreetly rating your replies. Noah was definitely in love.
Smitten people are starry-eyed and innocent. Vanessa requested me to assist with their wedding, so I did. Not for her.
For Noah. I designed the invitations, booked the suppliers, scheduled, and created their wedding cake because I run a bakery. I even paid for catering when their sponsor bailed last minute.
Weeks of money, work, and passion. I was not invited to the wedding on the day. It began at my studio the day before the wedding.
Sketches of buttercream, chocolate filigree, and exquisite blossoms covered my counter. My goal was to include love, elegance, and nostalgia into every single element. Flipped through possibilities.
Vanilla? Too safe. Lemon?
Far too sour. Red velvet? Miss Vanessa disliked it.
Noah crossed my mind as I glanced at a blank sheet. It struck me. Peanut butter with chocolate.
It was his favorite since childhood—Mom made chocolate peanut butter cupcakes before every soccer game. He stole spoonfuls of icing while no one was watching. I smiled while writing.
Chocolate-Peanut Butter for Noah. No matter how I felt about his marriage, I wanted this cake to be memorable. Tasted like home.
I piped the cake’s finishing embellishments in the venue’s kitchen the morning of the wedding. The big hall buzzed with people. Music, laughter, clinking glasses.
Felt proud. I shaped this moment. My mother entered.
Breathing, she said, “Sadie.” “You’re not invited.”
I froze mid-pipe. “You talking about what? ”
Vanessa’s mother checks names at the door.
She says no entry.”
Really laughed. “That’s ridiculous. Their wedding cake is in my hand.
Half of this was planned.”
Mom’s expression remained stern. “She said the list is final. Your not on it.”
My hands numbed.
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