My MIL and Her Friends Ate Our $1000 Wedding Cake the Night before Our Wedding, So I Taught Her a Lesson…

I sank to the floor, my shoulders shaking with silent sobs. My wedding was less than 24 hours away, and my perfect cake was ruined. Linda had never liked me—she wanted Alex to marry someone rich, and she never missed a chance to belittle me. But this? This was too much.

I took a deep breath, trying to regain control. I wasn’t going to let Linda ruin everything I had worked so hard for. Wiping away my tears, I stood up and called the bakery, hoping against hope that they could make another cake in time. Unfortunately, no one could take a last-minute order.

Just when I felt like all hope was lost, I thought of Sarah—my best friend and maid of honor, who also happened to be an amazing baker. I grabbed my phone and called her.

“What?! She did what?!” Sarah exclaimed when I told her the story. “Don’t worry, Emily, I’m coming over. We’re going to fix this.”

When Sarah arrived that afternoon, she immediately gave me a hug. “We’ve got this, Emily. Let’s make a cake even better than the original.”

With that, we got to work. Sarah took charge, guiding me through every step as we mixed the batter, baked the layers, and whipped the frosting. The comforting smell of vanilla filled the kitchen, lifting my spirits.

“How are you holding up?” she asked as we started decorating the cake.

“I’m still upset,” I admitted, carefully piping the frosting, “but I’m not going to let Linda ruin this for me.”

“Good,” Sarah replied with a smile. “We’re not letting her win.”

We worked late into the night, exhaustion creeping in, but finally, as the first rays of dawn appeared, we stepped back to admire our work. The cake was stunning—perhaps even more special because Sarah and I had made it together, filled with love and determination.