“I am not paying you a single cent because I already have more than enough wedding expenses to deal with today.” That was the exact moment I walked out of the guest room into the hallway.

“This is not right at all,” I said, making sure my voice came out much calmer than I actually felt inside.

“You explicitly agreed to pay her out loud in front of me at lunch.”

Brittany rolled her eyes dramatically.

“It is just a cake, so stop making such a giant scene about it.” “It represents three days of grueling work and the massive expense of buying all those specialty supplies,” I retorted.

“Please, spare me the lecture,” Brittany scoffed as she turned away toward the men she brought to carry the heavy cake tiers.