The same profile photo attached to “M ❤️.”
I looked directly at him.
“Oh good,” I said calmly into the microphone. “The man my fiancée is actually seeing made it.”
The room exploded with whispers.
The guy froze instantly.
“Don’t leave,” I added. “Stephanie may need someone to drive her home tonight.”
Stephanie’s face turned completely white.
“Nick, stop!”
But I wasn’t finished.
“I actually texted him myself using Stephanie’s phone,” I explained. “I invited him here.”
The man looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
Then I switched the screen again.
Her messages appeared for everyone to see.
Huge.
Impossible to deny.
Her mother covered her mouth in horror.
Her father stood up so abruptly his chair nearly tipped over.
Stephanie grabbed my arm.
“Turn it off!”
“Then explain it,” I said quietly.
She opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
And right then, her secret boyfriend turned around and practically ran for the exit.
He never even looked back.
Stephanie saw him leave.
Panic flooded her face.
“I… Nick, please…”
But I walked toward the cake instead.
Picked up the knife.
And sliced it clean down the middle.
The inside wasn’t pink.
Or blue.
It was both.
Confused murmurs spread through the crowd.
Then people leaned closer.
