My MIL has a special talent for hijacking milestones. She wore a white dress to our wedding, leaked our pregnancy announcement on Facebook before we could share it ourselves, and even spoiled our baby name picks by blabbing to her bridge club.So when we planned our gender reveal, I triple-checked every detail, determined to keep it sabotage-proof. But true to form, Patricia “accidentally” knocked over our cake — right before we could cut it. The worst part?
She was trying to hide a smirk.Before I could fully spiral, my sister-in-law Jenny burst out laughing. Then she dropped the bomb: that wasn’t the real cake. Jenny had overheard Patricia plotting and secretly ordered a second,