“I’m sorry,” the woman behind the bakery counter said. “I can’t give you the cake.”I laughed. I honestly thought she was joking.“I’m the bride’s mother,” I said.“I understand, ma’am.” She looked back at her computer screen. Her smile was gone. “But I’ve been specifically told not to release it to Laura.”“What?”
“There’s a note on the order.” She turned the monitor a little so I could see it. “Do not release cake to Laura. Added yesterday afternoon.”