I don’t know why you thought being family meant my time didn’t matter.”

“I treated your kindness like something I was owed,” Brittany answered.

She reached into her handbag and placed an envelope on the table.

Inside was a check covering Rose’s labor and material costs, together with a note acknowledging the unpaid agreement.

Rose pushed the check back gently.

“My granddaughter already covered that,” she said.

“I won’t be paid twice for one cake.

If you want to make things right, you can reimburse her.”