Both she and Jake exhaled as Blanche finally typed in the last letter and pressed enter on the computer.
They only sound in the tiny shop was the hum of the computer and the light violin music playing in the background. There were cupcakes layered in a glass box in front of the register and a few cake toppers lying around. All in all it was a really small shop.
“Oh no.” Blanche sighed.
Jake glanced at Char, and a look of complete irritation flashed across his perfect features before he said in a strained voice, “Blanche, is something wrong?”
“It’s the topper.”
“Yes?”
“The one we ordered and the one that came in are different. I tried calling the number they gave me but they never returned the call.”
“What number did you have?” Jake asked.
Blanche’s slow hands made their way across the computer. Two minutes later she was reading off a number.
“Grandma.” Char and Jake both said her name as if it was an expletive.
“Why don’t I show it to you and you can decide?” Blanche put her hand in the air. “I’ll go get it. I just need to find it.”
When she disappeared to the back, Char leaned against the counter and sighed. “By the time she gets back I’ll be too old to have children.”
“At least you won’t have all those cats.” Jake winked.
“Wow, helpful, Mr. Sensitive. Thanks.”
He shrugged and looked around the shop. “This doesn’t seem like the type of place Kacey would choose for a cake topper.”
“Tell me about it,” Char grumbled. “The dress I had to try on was awful. I swear I thought Grandma took me to the wrong shop.”
They both gasped and looked at each another.
“Do you think…?” Jake asked.
“What?” Char put her hands on her hips. “That this is some sort of sick joke and Grandma’s doing it on purpose to torture us?”
“No.” Jake shook his head. “You think?”
Char squinted and looked at the door. It was a reputable shop, and the lady did seem to have nice designs. “I don’t think she would stoop so low.”
“She faked her own death to get Kacey and Travis together. Believe me, this is exactly the type of thing she’d do.”
“Here it is!” Blanche showed up with a cake topper that looked perfectly normal. It was a couple who looked like Kacey and Travis, dancing in each other’s arms.
“Not bad.” Jake looked at Blanche. “What’s wrong with it?”
Blanche held up her hand and picked up the stand from the box then set the glass figurine down inside it.
The stand said, “Tits Forever.”
“Holy hell.” Jake swore under his breath. “We can’t take that to the wedding!”
Char covered her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing, then cleared her throat. “Is um, is there any way we can do it without the stand?”
Blanche looked horrified that she would even suggest it. “Without the stand?”
Char nodded.