“You weren’t angry at first. You just looked shocked.”
I nodded.
“I was.”
“Then you looked at me.”
I said nothing.
Michael’s voice cracked.
“I laughed.”
“Yes.”
He covered his face.
“I don’t know why I did that.”
I waited.
After a while, he lowered his hands.
“Cassandra had been making jokes about how uptight you were all week. She said you needed to loosen up.”
I stared at him.
“And you agreed?”
“I told her not to start anything.”
“But you didn’t stop her.”
He shook his head.
“No.”
He looked toward the bakery box.
“After the reception, I asked her whether she’d planned the cake thing.”
I leaned forward.
“What did she say?”
“She said she thought it would make a funny video.”
I felt my chest tighten.
Michael continued.
“She’d seen similar videos online. She wanted something people would share.”
I stared at him.
“So humiliating me was supposed to entertain strangers?”
He swallowed.
