Naomi stepped forward, grabbed Scarlett by the collar, and slammed her hard against the wall. "Stop standing there making calm little speeches. I don't have the receipt you keep asking for, but when the cake arrived, it came with a message from the bakery."
A deep, throbbing ache spread across Scarlett's back.
Scarlett went pale.
Naomi pulled out a small card and shoved it in front of her. "Your name is written right here."
Scarlett looked down at the message. The card was signed:
Love, Mom.
Scarlett
"I didn't order this," she said with certainty. "I would never write that, and I definitely wouldn't sign a note 'Love, Mom' and put my name underneath."
"What are you implying? That I'm framing you?" Naomi's expression turned fierce. "I've put far more time an
