This is what the mother of the bride told me this weekend after informing her that her daughter’s wedding cake had fallen over during transport. Yes, you read that sentence correctly. A beautiful four tiered wedding cake toppled in the back of my Honda Pilot less than a half mile from the final destination. All we had to go was 4.4 miles and the cake did not make it.
I was completely devastated and EXTREMELY pissed that my 30+ hours of work came crashing down in a matter of seconds. The cake was salvageable and turned into a three tiered cake with roses cascading down both sides instead of the original plan of a four tiered cake with roses cascading down one side. Probably only 6 servings were lost and you almost couldn’t tell from the front that the back had some issues. If I were a guy I probably would have punched a wall or thrown the cake on the ground…but I’m a girl so I shed some frustration tears and came home and drank a whole bottle of wine.
The next day I called the bride to apologize repeatedly. She informed me she wasn’t a bridezilla and not to worry about it. I still fill guilty but, luckily, I (with some help from the groom’s mother) was able to salvage the cake for pictures. Plus the cake was still edible even if it didn’t look like the original.