probably sample the frosting.
Haleyâs mother stood and started stacking dishes. âIf all this had happened one day later, we would have had an even bigger dessert. Amyâs staff would have already started on the cake, so we could have split a three-tier wedding cake seven ways.â
âI would have taken that challenge,â Matthew said. âImagine that, a bakerâs son who still loves wedding cake.â
Haley cleared her throat to get their attention. âSure glad my sad story is a punch line for everyone.â She frowned first at her mother and then at Matthew. âWhy didnât you just keep tiptoeing around the subject? You were doing a good job of it.â
âBecause you need to talk about the wedding,â Trina insisted. âItâll be easier to heal if you do.â
âI donât want to talk about it, Mom.â Not here. Not in front of these people.
Matthew spread his hands wide. âThen you donât have to talk about it, at least not until youâre ready.â
Trina blew out a frustrated breath, but she nodded. âFine. When youâre ready.â
Amy picked that moment to return with the cake, her assistant following closely behind. âNow everyone had better take a piece, or Iâll be offended.â
Despite the warning, Jenna attempted to decline but ended up with a big piece in front of her anyway. Soon appreciative murmurs filled the room.
Haley studied the people around her as they ate. How many times had they gathered around a table just like this one, sharing food and their lives? These people were like her extended family. Theyâd been there for her during the trials of her childhood, and they were there for her now, waiting to talk about her life-changing day until she was ready. Maybe she could talk about it after all.
âBoy, itâs a good thing thereâs not going to be a wedding.â Haley waited until all those surprised faces turned her way before she continued. âAfter this dinner, I never would have fit in my wedding gown.â
âYouâre not getting married?â Elizabeth asked.
Matthew sent a wary look his daughterâs way. Of course, no one had thought to tell Elizabeth.
âNo, sweetie,â Haley said. âWe canceled the wedding.â
âBut why?â
Haley shrugged, uncertain how to explain to a child what she didnât know for sure herself. âMy fiancé decided he didnât want to marry me.â
Elizabeth sat straighter in her seat and crossed her arms. âHe was mean not to marry someone nice like you.â
They all laughed at the childâs summation of the situation, except Haley, who managed a smile. She wasnât ready to join in the laughter, but she didnât feel the need to sob on the floor, either. It was a start.
With the taboo subject of the canceled ceremony now on the table, the women began dividing up their assignments for the next day. Jenna would meet with the florist who had to cancel a whole order of white roses, while Haley took on the bridal storeowner and Caroline faced off with the caterer, dealing with cancellation policies. Haleyâs mother had volunteered for the task of phoning all the guests.
Caroline looked up from the notebook sheâd pulled from her purse, with the first two pages already detailing the next dayâs chores. âToo bad Mom doesnât have a best friend who is owner of one of these other businesses.â
âWe did get special treatment there.â Trina turned to Amy. âI donât know how to thank you for returning the deposit.â
Amy waved off her friendâs thanks. âWhat are friends for? You might recoup some of your money on the dresses, too, if the bridal shop owner agrees to sell them on consignment. Itâs good when couples can reclaim some of their costs, so theyâll be able to focus their attention on what to do next.â
Haley could