She opened her mouth, but didn’t know how to explain it away.
I glanced at the back of the room just in time to see Stephanie’s man turn and head straight for the exit, fast.
He didn’t look back.
Stephanie noticed too. Her eyes followed him, panic flashing across her face.
“You don’t understand—”
“I… I…” my fiancée stammered, turning back to me, her voice breaking as tears started forming.
The room felt heavy.
I walked past everyone, mic and remote still in my hand.
Right up to the gender reveal cake.
I picked up the knife and cut straight down the middle.
But the inside wasn’t pink or blue. It was both.
I stepped aside.
A few people leaned forward to see.
Then the murmurs started.
But the inside wasn’t pink or blue.
Inside the cake was an edible image.
Stephanie’s face, next to the one of the man who’d just bolted. I’d used the man’s profile picture from their chats for the image. In it, both of their heads were smiling.
It was framed in a bright red heart.
Below it, the message read:
“Congratulations! It’s a boy and a girl! A match made in heaven!”
Someone close by let out a sharp breath.
Another person muttered, “No way…”
Inside the cake was an edible image.
I switched the screen again.
