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

The total was $46.43 — just the cost of ingredients. She Venmoed the payment along with a string of heart emojis and posted a reel that said, “My fam is the best. #blessed #supportsmallbusiness #goddessoftheNIGHT.”

For a second, I let my shoulders drop.

Maybe this was a start. A sliver of something better.

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The next afternoon, at 3:30 p.m., the bell over the bakery door slammed hard enough to rattle the glass.

Kayla stormed in.

She had the same sunglasses, and her hair was in a messy top knot. Her vibe screamed hangover and leftover glitter.

She dropped a bakery box on the counter with a loud thud.

I opened it.

It looked like a bear had tried to eat it in the dark.

Half the cake was gone. The other half was smeared and gouged, the gold constellation wrecked, and the frosting caved in like someone had been finger-painting.

Grandma came out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron.

“Oh dear,” she said gently. “Is there something wrong?”

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