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“Mmm,” he said loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Sweet.”
Ryan had suddenly pushed back his chair and stood up, his jaw tight with anger. His face was darker than I’d ever seen it.
What he did next, no one in that room could have predicted.
But Ryan didn’t stop there. He pressed Ed’s face deep into the cake, grinding it in until every inch of Ed’s face, hair, and expensive tuxedo was covered in buttercream and crumbs.
I stood frozen, utterly shocked by what I was seeing.
Ed was sputtering, trying to wipe cake from his eyes and mouth. Frosting dripped from his hair onto his ruined tuxedo jacket.
Then Ryan turned to me, his expression softening when he saw my face.
Ed finally managed to stand up straight, cake still clinging to his suit. His face was red, either from embarrassment or anger. I couldn’t really tell.
“You ruined the wedding for your sister,” he muttered, pointing an accusing finger at Ryan.