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May 6, 2007
I knew when he smashed the cake into her face the marriage was over before it had begun. You could see he’d planned his ambush, waited for his moment, caught her unaware. She was smiling one second, covered in icing the next, from the ringlets carefully arranged atop her head to the bodice of her wedding gown. Some of the guests stood still in shock, others ran to her side with napkins embossed with the bride and groom’s name. When we scraped the mess off her eyes, she was crying, but she laughed, pretended she was in on the joke.