She checked the note again.

“There’s a note here from yesterday. It says the bride requested that the cake not be released to Laura.”

Confused, I immediately called Emma.

“Mom? What’s wrong?”

“Did you tell the bakery not to give me your cake?”

“What? Of course not.”

The baker frowned.

“That’s strange,” she said. “The note was added after someone called yesterday claiming to be the bride.”

Emma fell silent.

“Emma?”

“Mom, put her on the phone.”

I handed over my phone. After verifying the order details and Emma’s identity, the baker apologized and released the cake.

But I couldn’t ignore the mysterious instruction.

“Did the woman leave a number?”

“Yes.”

She read it aloud. It wasn’t mine, so I wrote it down.

Then the baker hesitated.

“Actually, I think I’ve seen her before.”

“Here?”

“A few weeks ago. She came in with a man.”