Drama lovers, unite! Hold on tight because I, Brianna, have an incredible wedding story to share with you.
It’s an exciting journey laced with plenty of family pressure, wedding cake mishaps, and an aunt’s fling that pushes the boundaries. Simply put, it’s a lesson none of us expected!
The summary is as follows: Last month, my aunt Amber – almost the complete opposite of my mother – was getting married.
Sometimes they are so different from each other that I wonder if they are sisters. Yes, they are genetically sisters, but my mom still adores her despite everything.
Aunt Amber shocked me when she told me that I had been chosen to bake her wedding cake four days before her big day. First of all: I’m not a baker. I pointed it out, graciously declined, and believed that was the end of it. However, you would be wrong if you believed that this story ended here.
Two days before the wedding, she texted me, “Hi Brianna. I need an answer about the cake tonight. I know I should have postponed our plans, but I can’t wait any longer.”
Before I could reply, another message popped up, “Come on, you’ve been kind up until now, but you’re a little rude.” You’d think seeing her aunt would know how difficult weddings can be.
Really? Insensitive? I wasn’t even given a chance to respond before these allegations were made.
“Hello!” I wrote her back. I am sorry; I helped my mom in the house all day.
Maybe there was a misunderstanding. I replied that I couldn’t help with the cake. I’ve never baked anything like this before. If it’s okay with you, I’d rather just be a guest and maybe bake something for you after the wedding.”
She answered almost immediately. “Lol, I never said I wanted perfection. All that needs to be done is bake those four sponges, cut them to size, spread the frosting on them, and maybe add some flimsy decorations. I’ve got problems with you, everyone else helps out.”
Aunt Amber wrote me again shortly after not-so-subtly hinting that she was still waiting for the miracle cake from me. Her irritation was also evident in her text: “Are you even there?” she wrote.
“I’m here,” I replied as quickly as my thumbs could. Sorry, but the last cake I made was from a package about six months ago. Being in charge of your wedding cake makes me nervous. Is there another way I can support you?”
Her response was quick and dismissive of my baking nervousness. “Yes, according to my instructions, haha,” she replied. “You are not being asked to imitate Gordon Ramsay. I just need a simple cake like carrot or vanilla. If you persist in your stubbornness I will need help from another source.”
I replied, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension, “Of course. Tell me what you require.
She wasted no time at all. “My dress needs mending but I won’t even tell you how much I was quoted – it’s rude,” she texted, “I need to add some netting and raise the hem of the wedding dress so it doesn’t drag. “
My heart sank. “You mean changing clothes?” I typed my answer with trembling fingers.
I’m sorry, but I just wouldn’t mind. Again, I have no idea how to achieve this. I believe it is best to leave everything to the experts.”
Her follow-up message hurt. “Oh, Brianna, hurry up! Now that you’re being aggressive.”
Is there anything I can say to make sure you follow through? Everyone else ran to help us. Minor tasks include designing and producing the final seating arrangements and guest reminders, but since they are simpler, I prefer to have them completed together,” added the writer.
It wasn’t funny, but I couldn’t help but laugh. “To be honest, I’m not sure if you’re kidding or not. If you’re not, I’m sorry, but I have no idea how to set a reminder. I had no idea that was the point.”
“I’ll be happy to stop by and offer my opinion if you’re interested. Trying to reach a compromise, I said, “I’d also like to come and help you prepare the wedding in front of the guests. Come if there is anything I can do.”
“This,” she replied cryptically.
“Is that so?” I asked, trying to interpret her one-word answer.
She then sent a low blow via text. “That’s why people say you’re lazy and you’ll have problems later in life.”
“I’ll write it on the inside of my wrist for later to keep me grounded, even though I don’t think anyone’s saying it. Regards,” I snapped, growing impatient.
Yes, they do, in a funny way. With that in mind, good luck trying to get into university. It won’t take you long to leave the house. I don’t even want to think about the type of family that doesn’t support each other.’
“Those who are so self-centered have a special place in hell. I’ll text your mother in a moment. I might consider rescheduling your invitation. I’m not so sure anymore,” she wrote in a harsh, icy text.
“You’ll have to wait a few hours,” I replied, smiling as I typed. “She’s in the kitchen lol baking me a four-layer carrot cake. All she needed was a YouTube tutorial and five minutes to complete. Never send me to this site again please.”
After our last conversation with Aunt Amber, putting the phone down felt like the end of a small argument in a larger family drama.
The ridiculousness of it all confused and slightly amused me at the same time. I smiled cheekily and shook my head as I thought I should share this little story with someone else. That individual? Colin! He is a long-time family friend and soon-to-be husband of Amber.
I took a deep breath, looked at my phone, found Colin’s number, and texted him screenshots of my chat with Amber. I just felt you should see what was going on. That was my basic message. Aunt Amber is under a lot of stress which puts a strain on everyone else.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, but Colin got back to me right away. “I appreciate you letting me know, Brianna. I’ll talk to her. Rest assured we’ll work this out.” His answer was reassuring; at least someone recognized how much Amber’s demands were straining the family.
Now that was out of the way, I considered what to do next. Maybe it was time to reach out and fix it. I apologized for being so stubborn and said, “Hey, I was thinking,” in a text message to Aunt Amber. Let’s get over it. I will bake you a cake for your wedding that is simple but still sweet.”
The wedding day went by faster than I thought. As promised, I baked a bolognese cake – strange decision, I know, but it was a recipe I came across and it felt kind of fitting. It was really basic, consisting of layers of cream cheese, sliced bologna, and a few herbs for a rustic touch.
Anxiety mixed with determination as I walked to the wedding venue carrying my unique cake design. The cake served as a lighthearted nudge and a gentle reminder not to take life too seriously. However, the moment I walked in, Aunt Amber’s expression darkened and her eyes fixed on the unusual dessert.
She hissed closer to me, her bridal stance wavering briefly in the face of the unexpected. “What on earth is that?” she growled.
“So you call that a wedding cake? Brianna, that’s meat. I wanted something uncomplicated, not an ordeal at the deli counter.”
I answered quietly and stood up, “I did what I could to help. I believed it might lighten the atmosphere.”
Aunt Amber was ready to answer when Colin stood beside her, his face serious.
“Amber tried her best. While it’s not usual, actions are done with good intentions. You were pretty harsh to everyone, but especially to Brianna.”
Her displeasure was evident as her gaze flicked from Colin to the cake. However, as Colin continued in a firm but gentle tone, I could feel her defenses beginning to weaken.
“This goes beyond cakes and clothes. It’s all about us, our day, and all the people who are here to help us.”
There seemed to be a slight release of tension and Aunt Amber’s stance loosened. She looked at the bologna cake again, but this time she was grudgingly amused. “I guess I went a little too far, didn’t I?” she murmured, her voice trailing off.
Indeed, yes. Everything is fine though,” I remarked, placing a hand on her shoulder.
After thinking about it, I realized that my aunt wasn’t the only one who could benefit from this lesson. That was true for all of us. It gave us insight into adaptability, humor, and the different ways we can support each other – even if it involves unorthodox methods like a bologna wedding cake.
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My sister called off the wedding, but the shocking information motivated me to plan my revenge.
Lizzy abruptly canceled her wedding and informed everyone that there would be no refunds for hotel reservations. David, Lizzy’s brother, went to the hotel to take advantage of his stay. What he found there inspired a daring plan to expose the rogue groom and repair his sister’s tarnished reputation.
The whole wedding ordeal was a whirlwind of emotions, expectations, and misunderstandings. Despite Aunt Amber’s initial harshness and unreasonable demands, the bologna cake I brought served—albeit unconventional—as both a symbol of my good intentions and a humorous reminder not to take life too seriously. Colin’s intervention helped ease the tension, allowing Aunt Amber to reflect on her behavior and finally appreciate the effort.
In the end, the experience was more than just a lesson for Aunt Amber. It was a reminder to all of us of the importance of empathy, understanding, and humor in our relationships. The unconventional cake became a conversation starter and a testament to the fact that even amid the family drama, love, and support can shine through in unexpected ways. By learning to handle these challenges with grace and a touch of humor, we can strengthen our family bonds and make even the most stressful situations more bearable.