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

And for what? Because it didn’t cost you anything.”

The air in the room changed. It felt still, like just before a thunderstorm.

Kayla crossed her arms.

“I’m still leaving a review,” she muttered. “People deserve to know.”

“Leave whatever you like,” I said. “We’ll respond with the timeline, your videos, and your own captions.

We’ll contact the venue if we need confirmation. And if you post anything defamatory, we’ll consult a lawyer.”

I reached under the counter and slid over a sheet of paper.

“Also, from this point on, we won’t be accepting orders from you.”

She stared at it. “You’re banning me?

From a bakery? Are you serious?”

“Yes,” I said. “From our bakery.

This isn’t just a business, it’s our home. And you disrespected it.”

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