My sister had spent years treating my husband like a placeholder for someone better. So when she looked at the donut tower my new husband had carried into the diner after our courthouse wedding and started laughing, I thought I knew exactly how the afternoon was going to go. I was wrong.
“An eighteen-dollar donut cake?”
Sandra laughed so loudly that people at the counter turned to stare.
She sat back in the diner booth, one hand pressed to her chest, smiling like Aaron had handed her a joke instead of dessert.
Ten seconds earlier I had thought it was the most perfect wedding cake I had ever seen.
“I guess this is what marrying for love looks like.”
The whole table went quiet.
Aaron was still standing there with the donut tower in his hands. He had built it from glazed donuts and paper doilies, and ten seconds earlier I had thought it was the most perfect wedding cake I had ever seen.
Now I wanted the floor to open.
Sandra looked at me next.
Aaron’s parents sat frozen across from us, stunned into utter silence.
“You could’ve been eating caviar on a yacht today instead of donuts in a diner.”
My mother dropped her eyes to her coffee.
My father cleared his throat and said nothing.
I felt an angry heat climbing the back of my neck.
Sandra gave a little shrug, as if she had only said what everyone else was too honest to admit.
Aaron had been quiet all morning, and I had thought it was wedding nerves. I didn’t know David had called him the night before. I didn’t know my new husband had brought something into that diner that could ruin my sister before the coffee even cooled.
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