“Without the stand?” Blanche’s eyes flared.
“Just back up slowly,” Jake whispered, grabbing Char’s hand and shielding her with his body.
“It needs the stand!” Blanche shouted. “Every figurine has a specifically made stand to sit on the cake; otherwise it sinks through. Do you want to ruin this wedding? What type of a bride are you?”
“Oh.” Char peaked around Jake’s body. “I’m not the bride.”
Blanche’s eyes narrowed. “But you’re picking up your cake topper.”
“Maid of honor.” Char raised her hand.
Blanche looked to Jake.
“I, uh,” he stuttered. “I’m the brother. Best man.”
“And you let this happen? You let them order a cake topping with the wrong spelling?” Blanche walked slowly around the counter and faced them. “What type of friends are you?”
“Bad ones,” Jake agreed. “Terrible ones.”
Blanche shook her head. “When’s the wedding?”
“Next week,” Char piped up.
“Well then, good luck telling them you won’t have a cake topper.”
“We’ll take it!” Char shouted from behind Jake.
He swung around. “It says Tits forever. No way in hell is that going on the wedding cake.”
“They need a topper!” Char argued. “You’re a guy. Can’t you just build something for the cake, so we can still use the topper they ordered? It’s really pretty. I mean when you take the ‘Tits’ out.”
Jake cracked a smile.
Char looked away again.
“Damn it.” He pulled out his credit card. “We’ll take it. Stand and all.”
“Lovely.” Blanche smiled. “I’m sure the bride and groom will love it. And if you ever need another cake topper, please be sure to keep Tops R Us in mind.”
“Over my dead body,” Jake mumbled and handed the receipt to Char while he grabbed the box and made his way out the door.
Char followed mindlessly.
They got into the car.
And laughed.
“We really shouldn’t be in charge of things,” Char finally said when she stopped laughing.
“What the hell are we going to do? If that’s the one Kacey ordered she’s going to flip if it’s wrong.”
Char shrugged. “Well, we’ll figure something out. Now let’s finish everything up. We have to leave tomorrow night.”
“Right.”
“Oh, and here.” She handed him the receipt and buckled her seatbelt.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jake swore fluently and crumpled the receipt in his hand before throwing it against the floor.