Some people can’t stand not being the center of attention—even at someone else’s wedding.
When I told my future mother-in-law I was baking my own wedding cake, she laughed in my face. “How cheap can you be?” she said, as if spending thousands on a bakery cake was the only acceptable choice.
But for my fiancé and me, avoiding debt mattered more than impressing her. So I rolled up my sleeves and got to work, determined to prove her wrong.
The result? A gorgeous, delicious cake that looked professionally made. Guests asked for the baker’s contact info—until my MIL grabbed the mic and announced she had made it.
The audacity was breathtaking. But the instant karma was even better.
Within minutes:
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My pastry-chef best friend exposed her.
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My aunt showed a video of me baking it.
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The venue confirmed I was the only one who’d signed the allergy forms.
Watching her flounder (“I just gave advice!”) while the room laughed was the perfect wedding gift.
Later, my husband whispered, “I’ve never been prouder of you.” And that? That was sweeter than any frosting.
