There was a pause. “It’s Friday night. My wedding planner should have contacted you.”

“Why would she tell me about your party?”

“Because I’m so busy, silly. Bring the cake Friday at seven to the hotel.”

As if I wasn’t busy. My little business as Amy and Mother called it was booming. The Bend liked their treats and I had steady customers. The addition last summer of the coffee bar meant I had people stopping in all morning long to visit with friends or grab and go a pick-me-up. I glanced at the calendar on the wall filled in with all the special orders and events already booked. Besides Amy’s cake, I had two others to complete for the following weekend. Another wedding cake and one for a baby shower.

I had my schedule planned out far in advance and shifting Amy’s cake up a day affected all my work. Even my supplies.

“And you can try on your dress. We need time to plan accordingly.”

“Accordingly for what?” While I wasn’t in the wedding, my mother had picked out a dress for me to wear. I’d been doubly hurt at first, but I’d had months to get over the fact that I wasn’t pretty enough to be a bridesmaid or that they thought I wouldn’t select something appropriate.

As Aunt Jean had said, it was better this way. Out of sight, out of mind. I hadn’t had to worry about a dress nor the implications my choice would bring.

“To make sure the dress fits. You know how you put on those pounds. Running a bakery isn’t good for someone like you.”

I didn’t put on pounds. My weight had stayed the same since eleventh grade. I’d been a late bloomer, but I’d definitely bloomed. A lot. Hips. Boobs. Lots of curves. I wasn’t skinny like Amy.

“But it’s okay for someone like you to have a sister who’s a baker because then you get a free cake?” I snapped.

She was silent for a moment. “Why do you have to be so petty? Is this about Edward? Your inability to keep him shouldn’t be taken out on me.”

I rubbed my temple because a headache was coming on. Typical for a chat with my family. I’d walked—no, run—away from my ex-boyfriend Edward when I’d learned he’d cheated on me. Keeping him meant turning a blind eye, which I wasn’t going to do. Ever. I had plenty of self-respect not to stand for that shit. I’d rather buy a date than be stuck with that loser.

The fact that Edward was going to be the best man only proved no one in my family took how much of an asshole he was into account.

He was in the wedding when I wasn’t.