My Stepsister Demanded a Custom Cake from My Grandma – Then Tried to Return It Half-Eaten for a Refund

My stepsister thought she could outsmart my grandma over a birthday cake, but she didn’t see what was coming next.

I’m Stella. I’m 25, and if there’s one person in the world I’d lay down my life for, it’s my grandma, Evelyn.

She’s 68, soft-spoken, and sharper than most people expect. Her eyes remind me of warm tea on a cold day — steady, comforting, and just a little sad around the edges.

She practically raised me after my mom died. My dad remarried the following year, and with his second wife, Susan, came her daughter Kayla — two years older than me and firmly convinced the world owed her both a crown and a throne.

From the very beginning, Kayla looked at me like I was some sort of charity case and treated Grandma like an unwanted shadow that refused to leave. She and Susan often complained that the photos of my mom were too “heavy” for the room, that her jewelry looked “cheap” and “outdated.”

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