“Come on,” she said, grinning. “Birthday tradition.”
I didn’t think much of it at first. Plenty of families smash cake on birthdays, and usually it ends with frosting on someone’s nose and everyone laughing.
But Jenna suddenly turned toward me instead of Mark.
Before I had time to react, her hand shot out and grabbed the back of my head. Then she shoved my face straight down into the cake.
The room exploded with laughter.
At least for the first second.
Because something cracked.
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