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

Kayla folded her arms.

“Uh, yeah. It was stale. And salty?

Everyone said it was off. It ruined the whole vibe. I need a full refund.

Honestly? Compensation would be fair.”

I stared. “Stale?

We baked it yesterday.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, it tasted old. And the frosting slid.

It was like, melting.”

My voice stayed even. “Did you refrigerate it after pickup?”

Kayla gave a tiny fake laugh. “We, like, put it by the DJ booth.

It’s a cake, not an organ transplant.”

Grandma’s hands started to shake. “Buttercream needs to stay cool, sweetheart.”

Kayla leaned in, voice sharp. “Maybe you should retire if you can’t bake a simple cake, Evelyn.”

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