WTH.

      The cake makers were giving her way too many excuses and stressing the hell out of her. Mrs Azara was just trying to give her husband the best birthday party yet. She was done making all his favourite Italian cuisines and bought his all time best vintage wines.
      They had an argument the week before, more so they've been at loggerheads all month; from his suddenly busy work schedule to his failing health he was perpetually eluding. She tried to talk to him as she would a couple of years and he'd listen, but this time he stormed out vexing any opportunity he got. The fact that it bothered her is to say the least, she was clothed with worry. So this birthday was sort of a pacifier strategy, she prayed earnestly that it'll would turn out right.
      The home decorators weren't even half way through by 4pm when she got back to the house, and her husband gets home in 3 hours or at least that's the time he should be back; was this a sign, should she just let the plans fall through.
As she was mentally fixing things up the Cake meant to be mouth watering arrived and it looked displeasing, it was one tier vanilla over her instructed 3 tier strawberry, Chocolate and Vanilla. She was literally gonna start crying soon.
      Then her phone rang, her first son called to confirm he could still come home in two days for his Dad's birthday...What the hell???, Mrs Azarah Screamed!