The Invitation That Wasn’t Mine
One afternoon, my best friend Nora walked into my bakery with wide eyes and a gold-embossed envelope.
“Christian’s daughter is turning one,” she said. “Vanessa’s throwing a party. Huge. The whole city’s invited.”
I took the invitation, read it, and let out a bitter laugh. “Of course. The man throws a party for the daughter he stayed for.”
Nora paused. “Maybe it’s time he sees what he left behind.”
