Prompt: “Take a step closer to me and I swear to God, I’ll drop this cake! I’ll do it! Don’t test me!”
From the corner of her eye, Laura watched her older sister, Katy, slowly navigate the perimeter of the room, mingling with the twenty or so guests who’d chosen to spend their Saturday here, in hell. Though, none of those people had heard her sister bitch about the centerpieces. Apparently, reusing the ones from their sister’s wedding last year made Katy feel like no one really cared about her impending marriage. Nor had they heard her complain that only a quarter of her guest list had bothered to RSVP.
Laura was still baffled that this many people had decided to attend yet another bridal shower for Katy. Of course, Laura was just as baffled that she’d agreed to host another bridal shower for her. But after their youngest sister had bailed, Laura didn’t really feel like she had a choice. Well, not one that wouldn’t warp their family dynamic even more than it already was.
She carried the oversized punch bowl back into the room and set it on the table, barely avoiding Katy’s sister-in-law-to-be, Tina,–or was it Gina?–as she wove drunkenly into her path. Laura envied the woman’s foresight to drink heavily prior to this exercise in self-torture. But, at least the meal and present opening were over–the only thing left on the agenda was cake.
She carefully arranged the color coordinated napkins and plates Katy had insisted on and darted into the kitchen to get the cake. The sooner she got this cut and served, the sooner she could get the hell away from her sister before she said something she really regretted.
Lifting the cake from the counter, she turned and nearly ran into Katy who stood there holding a napkin. “What is this?” she asked, waving the offending paper product in front of Laura’s face.
“Normally, I’d say it was a napkin, but I’m guessing it’s about to become an objet d butthurt.” She tried to step around her sister, only to have Katy move in front of her.
“I thought I told you my colors were cashmere and apricot. This is peach.”
Laura counted to ten before opening her mouth. It didn’t help. “Cashmere isn’t a color. And those are the apricot napkins. You can check the trash for the label.”
Katy sniffed. “Well, it was mislabeled, then.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Maybe not to you! But this is all part of my special day!”
“Oh, my fuck. Are you serious with this? They’re just napkins. You are forty-three years old. This is your fourth special day. You need to get a goddamn grip.”
“What? Your new inlaws don’t know that Greg–”
“Craig,” she corrected.
“–is about to become husband number four?”
“Just get out of my way, and we’ll get this over with–you know, before the napkins ruin everything.”
Katy lunged toward her.
“Take a step closer to me and I swear to God, I’ll drop this cake! I’ll do it! Don’t test me!”
Katy never did listen.
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