I Thought It Would Be the Happiest Day of My Life Until I Cut into My Wedding Cake and Everything Fell Apart – Story of the Day

That morning, I was standing in the kitchen, pinning fabric swatches to a board.

Mama sat at the counter sipping her chicory coffee.

Lacey scrolled on her phone, humming in that fake innocent way she did when she was up to something.

“White roses? Again?” she asked without looking up.

“They’re classic,” I said.

Mama chuckled. “Lacey, you could turn a blessing into a complaint.”

“I just mean,” Lacey leaned her chin on her palm, “if you’re marrying the love of your life, shouldn’t it be more exciting than… beige?”

I rolled my eyes.

“You sound like Pinterest with a hangover.”

Ethan walked in just then, carrying a box of decorations. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair damp from the humidity.

“Morning, ladies,” he said with that easy smile that made Mama swoon. “I brought the centerpieces.”

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