“I paid for this cake in full, so I thought I might as well enjoy it myself.” “You cannot just take the official wedding cake away from the reception!” she gasped.

“Grandma deserved to be paid fairly for her work, and since you refused to pay her, I paid her entire fee myself,” I reminded her coldly.

“That means this is technically my cake now.” “It does not work that way at all!

It was specifically baked and decorated for my wedding day!” she yelled.

I picked up a shiny metal dessert spoon from the cloth table setting and turned it over slowly in the overhead light.

“Grandma’s homemade cakes are always superb, and I am completely certain this one is going to taste wonderful,” I remarked.