Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Sweet Revenge

Previous engagements with the Freydons had been a little strained.
They were Amelia’s parents and fortunately for their son, she didn’t take after them in any shape or form.
Mr. Graham reluctantly agreed to his wife’s request, well more of a marital order than a request and put on his suit and the nicest false smile he could muster.

“So nice to see you Pamela; and you’re looking rather dapper Simon!” gushed Mrs Freydon.
She led them into the front room.
“Gerald and I were just saying we should see more of you especially since the love-birds are now engaged,” she half giggled and Mr Graham smiled back weekly.

Mrs Graham held out a covered plate, “Desert for later my dear.”
“Oh how very sweet of you,” replied Mrs Freydon.
The meal was consumed with pleasant chatter though mainly from Mrs Freydon.
She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with the desert and a frown on her face.
“Did you make this?” she asked.
Mrs. Graham nodded and smiled.
“I think it’s a little too doughy for my delicate stomach,” said Mrs Freydon. “If you don’t mind I’ll pass on desert.”
“Oh that’s strange,” replied Mrs Graham. “Amelia gave me the recipe and said it was your own. I did think some of the measurements were a bit out but she said that’s how you baked it.”
Slightly taken aback, Mrs Freydon tossed her head back and rethought her decision. “Well I must say, if Amelia gave you the recipe then it must be good.” She giggled to lighten the mood.
Mr. Graham groaned and leant over to his wife. “That’s Isobelle’s school project from last week and you know it’s a dog’s dinner!”
Mrs Graham smiled back at him. “Let’s see if she can get through it shall we?”