The Right Time

by Dianne Blacklock

  Evie sniffed, and they looked at her as tears filled her eyes.

  ‘Oh, Evie,’ said Ellen, putting her arm around her. ‘You’re always so emotional.’

  ‘There’s only one thing for it,’ said Emma. ‘Cake. Let’s all go have a nice big piece of my wedding cake.’

  Evie gave her stomach a pat. ‘Gosh, I don’t really eat cake any more.’

  ‘Well, you’re going to eat this – I had them do a whole layer of chocolate fudge cake just for you,’ said Emma, linking her arm through Evie’s. Liz opened the door, and the four of them walked out of the room.