Holding her breath, Jackie made one final swipe with the frosting spatula and stepped back. Even to her critical eye, the white buttercream ridges around the three separate cake tiers appeared evenly spaced. She heaved a huge sigh of relief.
When her parents had arrived, Ann had volunteered to take over the planning and execution of the wedding dinner. With Trinas help, they had a good start on the side dishes that would be served at the family-style reception meal. The salad and fresh trout would wait until the day of the wedding.
Jim and Scott had taken Grant and Emma fishing on the lake, and between the four of them, theyd caught enough for the intimate gathering.
Eve had volunteered to provide finger food for the cocktail hour before dinner. Jackie had gratefully accepted her offer, wondering what the petite Goth pixie would bring. Bat skewers, maybe, shed giggled to herself.