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And just like that, my beautiful veil was ruined.
Buttercream frosting covered my face, my hair, and the bodice of my dress. My carefully applied makeup was completely destroyed. I couldn’t see anything through the thick layer of cake and frosting.
I stood there feeling completely humiliated. A lump formed in my throat, and I felt like I might burst into tears right there in front of everyone.
The shame was overwhelming. This was supposed to be our moment, our perfect day, and Ed had turned it into a joke.
What’s worse was that Ed was laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world.
He reached over and swiped a glob of frosting from my cheek, then licked his finger.
“Mmm,” he said loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Sweet.”
That’s when I saw movement in my peripheral vision.
Ryan had suddenly pushed back his chair and stood up, his jaw tight with anger. His face was darker than I’d ever seen it.
What he did next, no one in that room could have predicted.
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An angry man | Source: Pexels
Ryan strode across the dance floor in just a few quick steps. Before Ed could even react, my brother grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved his face straight down into what was left of the wedding cake.
But Ryan didn’t stop there. He pressed Ed’s face deep into the cake, grinding it in until every inch of Ed’s face, hair, and expensive tuxedo was covered in buttercream and crumbs.
I stood frozen, utterly shocked by what I was seeing.
“This is the worst ‘joke’ you could have come up with,” Ryan said loudly. “You humiliated your new wife in front of her family and friends on one of the most important days of her life.”
Ed was sputtering, trying to wipe cake from his eyes and mouth. Frosting dripped from his hair onto his ruined tuxedo jacket.
But Ryan wasn’t finished. He looked down at Ed with disgust. “Does it feel good now? Having your own face shoved in cake? Because that’s exactly how you just made Lily feel.”
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Cream splattered all over a man’s face | Source: Pixabay
Then Ryan turned to me, his expression softening when he saw my face.
“Lily,” he said quietly, “think carefully if you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone who shows zero respect for you or our family.”
Ed finally managed to stand up straight, cake still clinging to his suit. His face was red, either from embarrassment or anger. I couldn’t really tell.
“You ruined the wedding for your sister,” he muttered, pointing an accusing finger at Ryan.
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