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

The bell chimed, and the room fell silent.

Grandma wiped the same spot on the counter over and over, her eyes glassy.

“Maybe I’m too old for this,” she whispered.

I reached for her hand.

“No,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.

“She doesn’t get to do this. Not to you. Not again.”

Grandma shook her head.

“Just let it go.”

“I won’t,” I said. “Not this time.”

And I meant it. Soon afterward, I got down to work.

Step one was receipts.

We keep detailed records: oven logs, temperature checks, prep sheets, and photographs.

It’s part of how we stay afloat in a business where everything is perishable. I gathered a folder with every piece of documentation related to that cake: time-stamped logs, a clear photo of the finished product, and the signed pickup slip. Everything was neat, organized, and backed up.

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