My Groom Pushed My Face Into the Wedding Cake—Then My Brother Did Something No One Expected

Every day at exactly 1:15 p.m., he’d walk in and order a caramel latte. Same drink. Same time. Same easy smile.

But then one day, he spoke to me.

“Let me guess your order,” he said, stepping in line behind me.

I remember raising an eyebrow. “Go ahead.”

“Vanilla chai. Extra foam.”

“Not even close.”

But he didn’t give up.

Every day, he tried again.

“Mocha?”

“No.”