Sisters test boundaries—borrowing clothes, raiding your fridge—but this time, Tessa crossed a line.
It started with a call: “Liana! Help plan Nia’s birthday. Just a simple cake from Sugarbloom.” The “simple” cake turned out to be a $250 three-tier masterpiece, plus a jester. Total? $550. I hesitated, but she begged: “I’ll pay you back Friday.”
Friday came. No money. Just a text: “Money’s tight, sis! 😂” That emoji burned. “You don’t have kids,” she said. “You’ll manage.”
Saturday, she doubled down: “FYI, I’m not paying you back. Just come enjoy the party.”
So I called the bakery and had the cake’s base inscribed in gold: “Auntie says Happy Birthday. Full payment by me!”
At the party, the message stole the show. Tessa turned red. “You humiliated me!” she snapped. I stood firm. Her in-laws looked on. She paid me on the spot.
Later, Mom scolded me. Dad texted: “Proud of you.”
That night, I made a grilled cheese and ate it in peace. Sometimes the smallest wins taste the best.
