My groom shoved my face into the wedding cake and called it a “joke”—until my brother stood up and the entire hall fell silent.

with delicate sugar flowers and gold accents. It looked almost too perfect to touch.

Ed wrapped his arm around my waist as we approached it.

“Ready?” he whispered.

I nodded, smiling.

We placed our hands together on the silver knife. Cameras flashed. Guests leaned in.

It was supposed to be sweet. Romantic.

We cut the first slice together, exactly as I had continue reading …