A woman I had never seen before stood beside him holding another sealed envelope. She handed it across the counter while Spencer remained beside her.
The baker looked embarrassed.
“They offered us five hundred dollars to replace the original result with this one.”
I glanced back toward the party. Spencer was still standing beside Chloe with his arms around her as though nothing unusual had happened.
“Then what’s the baby’s real gender?”
The baker hesitated.
“That isn’t why I pulled you aside.”
She zoomed in on the unfamiliar woman standing beside Spencer.
“She came back after he left.”
I stared at the screen.
“And?”
The baker lowered her voice even further.
“She asked me to attach something underneath the cake board.”
We immediately hurried back toward the patio table. I placed both hands beneath the cake My daughter Chloe had waited four painful years for this pregnancy, enduring two losses and three unsuccessful treatments before finally carrying a healthy baby. When it came time for the gender reveal, she wanted something simple with family, a few close friends, and a cake filled with either pink or blue.
