I was heartbroken when I discovered that my mother-in-law, Linda, and her friends had eaten my $1,000 wedding cake, leaving only crumbs. When I confronted her, she mocked me, saying the cake was disgusting—just like my taste in everything—and refused to pay.
Devastated and furious, I called my best friend Sarah, an incredible baker, and together we stayed up all night making a new cake filled with love and determination. By morning, we had created something beautiful to replace what was lost.