Chapter 12
The big day arrived, definitely much sooner than Dakota liked. Between being pressed for time and wedding cakes not being his area of expertise, he could only pray the Nortons’ were happy with his concoction. The cake sat on a table, very much center stage, in the beautifully decorated hall; the glasses shined within an inch of their life, everything neatly in its place. The table holding the cake sat squarely in front of the long table meant for the wedding party. An odd placement, he figured, but what did he know about weddings?
Dakota’s stomach did a queasy summersault.
“It looks absolutely splendid,” chimed Evelyn as she strolled into the room, high heels clicking on the wood floor. One look at her…I thought no one was supposed to upstage the bride? She came to a stop at
