Hathor hadn't meant to get involved, not really. But how could she resist?
She'd been passing through the hotel lobby when she'd overheard the young lovers at the counter lamenting that they had no idea how to begin planning their wedding now that they were engaged. And that was when Hathor, delight in her heart, swept up to them and made herself known.
No no, darlings, no charge, you're already staying in my hotel, I'd be blessed to help you. They were both such beautiful girls, both so young, so in love, so bright and vibrant and just beginning their too short life together.
But there was also another thing: one of them, the redhead, she had the touch of the gods about her. Somewhere in her ancestry (grandparent? great-parent>) there was immortal blood. Not from Kemet, she didn't think, but some distant god.
So Hathor organised it all for them, wanting them to have the best.
And on this day she wanted the best of cakes and had organised to meet with the owner of a bakery that came highly recommended. She made her way there, dressed in black and gold, and as soon as Hathor entered the door she felt the unmistakable presence of another god, someone strong too.