Ryan walked over to Ed with purpose, his eyes locked in a stare that could cut through steel. The guests watched in suspense, their breaths collectively held in anticipation of what was to come. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to wipe frosting from my eyes, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and embarrassment.
As Ryan reached the table, he didn’t say a word to Ed. Instead, he grabbed the remaining, untouched part of the cake, hoisted it high over his head, and with a swift, deliberate motion, brought it crashing down onto Ed’s head. Frosting and crumbs exploded in all directions.
A shocked silence fell over the room. Ed stood there, stunned, his face and hair now covered in cake, matching my own frosting-smeared visage. The guests, initially wide-eyed in disbelief, began to laugh and cheer. Ryan turned to me, a soft smile breaking the tension. “No one messes with my sister,” he declared, his voice calm yet firm.
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