At My Sister’s Wedding, My Name Card Was Hidden Behind A Pillar While Mom Smiled In The Front Row. A Stranger Sat Beside Me And Said, “Just Follow My Lead.” I Didn’t Cry. By Dinner, His Name Made My Sister Stop Smiling.

The cake layers were too dry.

As a professional, I couldn’t help but critique it, and Julian noticed my expression.

“Not up to your standards?”

“It’s beautiful, but beauty isn’t everything. The execution is off. The chocolate is masking the raspberry instead of complementing it, and the texture is too dense.”

“Could you do better?”

“In my sleep.”

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