The bride was heading toward the altar when she discovered the cake wasn't there.
The bride came down the staircase of her parents’ home on her way to the altar in the back yard. In her rather emotional state, she just noticed that the wedding cake was not on the dining room table where she expected it to be. “Where is the cake?” she asked her wedding coordinator. “It’s on its way. Don’t worry,” was the reply. And by the time dinner was served, the cake was on the table. The bride and the groom were perfectly content.
Now, here’s what really happened: The mercury that day was over 90 degrees. A more experienced baker probably would have frozen the cake so that the buttercream frosting didn’t melt. But this baker just loaded the cake into her van and drove through the heat. By the time she reached the house, the cake had imploded. Someone buttonholed me before she went back to her kitchen, so I had a minute to talk to her. Needless to say, she was in a bit of a panic.
“What time do you have to have the cake here?” she asked me.
“You have exactly three hours,” I said.
“I’ll be back before then.” And she was. She ended up bringing a small wedding cake and a sheet cake, instead of the larger cake she had promised. But it was still a small miracle that she managed to deliver at all.
Now, when the bride came downstairs and saw that there was no cake, I knew that the cake had fallen and that the baker was, at that moment, frantically re-baking it. But there was no way I was going to let on to the bride that anything was wrong. She had been very stressed earlier in the day, and I didn’t want her worrying as she went to marry her sweetheart. Nor did I want to lie to her. So, I told her the minimum amount of information she needed to know and made sure she didn’t worry. Her family and friends didn’t have to deal with the situation. And, in the end, everyone was happy.
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