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

“What’s this about?” she asked, eyes scanning the counter like she was inspecting a battlefield.

Before I could answer, the bell rang again.

Kayla swept in like a weather system — high heels, tight ponytail, phone already in hand.

The air shifted the moment she stepped in, like the temperature dropped just a little.

“Just so you know,” she announced to the room, flipping her camera around, “I’m recording this for my followers. Transparency is important.”

She turned the lens toward Grandma, who looked so small behind the counter, her hands clasped tightly in front of her apron.

My stomach twisted.

“Put your phone away,” Dad said suddenly, his voice sharp enough to cut the air.

“We’re having a family conversation, not filming an episode of some trashy reality show.”

Kayla let out a long, dramatic sigh. “Ugh, fine.” She tucked the phone into her purse, then turned to me. “So?

Refund? My fans want to know if you’re making this right.”

I stayed calm.

“Let’s go over a few facts first.”

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