Christine called me in a panic — a socialite wanted to commission her for another cake. “I need your recipe,” she begged. “Oh,” I replied sweetly. “But I thought you made it?” Soon, her lie unraveled. The client called me instead. That order led to more, and soon I had a side business baking for high-end events — all thanks to the cake she tried to steal. By Thanksgiving,
Christine handed me a store-bought pie and mumbled, “Figured I shouldn’t lie about this one.” It wasn’t an apology, but it was a start.Some people may try to take credit for your work — but the truth, like a good cake, always rises.