Moments later, the men she’d brought to transport the cake carried it away without another word.
I wanted to drive straight to the venue and take it back, but Grandma stopped me.
“Please don’t. It’s Daniel’s wedding. I don’t want a scene.”
She sat at the kitchen table with tears in her eyes, even blaming herself for not getting the agreement in writing.
“It’s absolutely not your fault,” I told her.
I gathered her receipts, calculated the ingredient costs, and paid her for the three days of work. Grandma protested that it wasn’t my responsibility, but I insisted she use the money for her medication.
Then I came up with a plan.
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I’d already bought the newlyweds an engraved silver picture frame. While Grandma got dressed, I prepared an itemized invoice listing the ingredients and her labor. Across the top, I wrote PAID. Beneath it, I added: Reimbursed in full by Grandma’s granddaughter, since the bride declined.
