Shaking her head in disappointment, Charlotte ended the call. ‘Beth can’t do it. Her mother’s sprained her ankle, so she’s had to go and look after her.’
‘Oh, poor woman,’ Jenny, Charlotte’s mum, sympathised.
‘If only she didn’t live so far away,’ Charlotte added wistfully.
Charlotte ran a small bakery shop in town, where she also provided a cake-ordering service. Birthday cakes were the most popular, and she was fine with icing them. But when it came to wedding cakes,
