Would Maggie and Marc eventually be torn apart if Rosetold Maggie about her one-night stand with Marc? Would it forever be a thing between them, especially when they were all together?
She didn’t even want to think right now about how Gray would feel.
Bottom line, Maggie needed to know. Today. Even if the timing sucked.
Maggie’s phone rang.
Since Rose still had Maggie’s phone, she answered for her. “Maggie’s phone. This is Rose.”
“Hi, this is Jill from Divine Dessert Diva. Is Maggie available?”
Rose waved Maggie forward. “She’s right here. Please hold on for a moment.”
Maggie took the phone.
“It’s Jill from the cake shop,” Rose said, then followed Maggie back to their table.
“Hello. This is Maggie.”
Rose listened to Maggie’s side of the conversation, all the while watching her friend’s face turn from resignation to despair.
“Uh-huh.”
“I see.”
“That’s terrible.”
“Yes, I’d love the names and numbers for the other shops.”
“Please, email them to me.”
Maggie ended the call and stared at nothing, her whole body still.
Concerned, Rose put her hand over Maggie’s. “What’s happened?”
“The bakery had an early morning kitchen fire. They can’t deliver on the cake.”
Rose fell back in her seat. “Oh, no.”
“They’re sending me a list of other shops in the area. Maybe one of them can do it.” Maggie didn’t sound optimistic about it at all.
“Okay. We’ll call right away. Maybe it won’t be the exact cake you ordered, but I’m sure we can get something delicious and beautiful.”
Maggie nodded, picked up her latte, then set it back down when she realized it was empty. She sat across from Rose, but she wasn’t really there.
Rose put her hand over her friend’s. “Mags, what happened with Joel?”
Her gaze finally settled on Rose. “Nothing. He’s in town seeing his family.”
“The same week you’re getting married?” Rose didn’t hide how suspicious that sounded. Because really, what were the odds?
“Yeah. I’ve seen him before—at the bridal shop. And maybe a couple other places. I thought maybe . . .” She turned and stared out the windows, looking for him, then shook her head and turned back. “He said he wants me to be happy.” She picked up her cup again, then immediately set it down, frowned, and sighed out her frustration. “That’s how we left things when it ended and now. Does he think I need to hearit again? Doesn’t he know that it doesn’t help to say that to me and then walk away?” There was a plea in Maggie’s eyes for Rose to understand and feel the pain so clearly written all over her face.
Rose squeezed her hand. “You still love him.”
“It doesn’t matter.” The bitter words made her lips press tight. “I’m marrying Marc,” she said without much enthusiasm or joy.
Marc’s recent behavior and the cake cancellation probably didn’t help.