She was not going to fail. Terri had given her a golden opportunity here, and she was not going to let her down. Item by item, her eyes moved over the counter, clicking each item off of her mental inventory of what she needed to do this job right. When she reached the end of the breakfast bar, her chest constricted. She put her hand to her forehead and groaned. “What?” Terri asked with concern leaning against the counter. “Butter.” She had forgotten all about stopping at the supermarket on the way back home. She couldn’t make the icing without it. “We have butter, I think,” Terri said turning toward the refrigerator. “I doubt you have enough to make icing for seven tiers. I used a lot of what you had for the cupcakes and cake this morning.” More than a lot. She’d used it all. Barely had enough to make the icing. She had forgotten. How the hell could she have forgotten?
