I tilted my head.
“Really? Every single one?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t she?”
I glanced at the parents gathered around our table.
“Karen, are you comfortable saying that in front of everyone?”
She gave an offended snort.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
For a moment, I simply looked at her. I’d given her every opportunity to tell the truth, and she’d chosen to shout the lie instead.
“That’s interesting. Because there’s something I’d love to show you.”
I reached into my purse.
I pulled out a neatly folded stack of printed order confirmations and handed the first page to Karen.
“Recognize this?”
She glanced at it.
Her face went pale.
“What… where did you get that?”
“From our online bakery, of course!”
I turned toward the curious parents.
“You see, Lily and I run a small baking business. She makes all the desserts, and I handle the orders and payments.”
