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

Mama snorted. “Y’all better save some of that sass for the dance floor.”

That night, when everyone was asleep, I sat on the porch watching the fireflies. Ethan had texted me a photo of the cake design — a three-layer dream with sugar magnolias.

It felt romantic, mysterious. But looking back, I wish I’d known — the surprise wasn’t sweet at all.

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By the day before the wedding, my nerves were a mess and my hair smelled like hairspray, anxiety, and lemon pie — Mama’s cure for everything.

The house was a battlefield of curling irons, bobby pins, and half-empty champagne glasses.

“Stop pacing, you’re making the floor dizzy,” Mama said, waving a makeup brush like a weapon.

“I can’t help it. The florist lost half the peonies, and the cake’s still not here.”

Lacey stretched across the couch with a towel on her head, smirked.

“Maybe it’s a sign.

The universe is saying, chill, sis.”

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