You learn a lot about people when money and cake are involved.
I’m Emily, 25, and baking is my passion. What started as a hobby grew into my career, and now I make cakes for all occasions. My love for it deepened over time, turning into a form of expression.
When my little brother, Adam, got engaged to Chelsea, they asked me to make their wedding cake. I agreed, though I was clear about the cost. I quoted them $400 for a three-tier cake, which would have cost over $1200 at the bakery. They agreed, and I spent days preparing.
During the tasting, they loved the cake flavor and I thought it would bring us closer. But when the wedding day arrived, they took the cake, thanked me, and never paid. Adam later cornered me, suggesting that family doesn’t charge family, and Chelsea called it a “wedding gift.” I was hurt, especially after putting so much effort into the cake.
Grandma Margaret stepped in during the reception, making a public speech about the importance of generosity being met with gratitude. She had planned a honeymoon gift for Adam and Chelsea, but after their actions, she reconsidered.
Adam later apologized, giving me the $400 plus more. Chelsea tried to smooth things over with a thank-you card, but I knew it was out of guilt and fear, not affection. I was glad to see that my grandmother, with her wisdom, had set the tone for the family.
Now, Adam and Chelsea respect my work more, but it’s clear where I stand with them. And that’s enough for me.
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