As I sprinkled malteasers on the huge pink cake. My aunty is getting married and I am in charge of making the wedding cake. It is perfect but I am worried. The wedding is on a bridge.
The Next Day….
We get to the wedding. A boy hands my aunt a yellow daffodil that she slips into her hair. The cake is on a precarious edge. Two kids are playing around at the table legs that the cake is on. One pushes the other. The cake rocks and rocks and slips and falls off the edge into the water below.