The way she said my grandma’s name, with that cold, careless undertone, made something deep inside me crack wide open.
I kept my voice calm.
“We don’t refund half-eaten cakes. If there were problems, you should’ve called before serving. This has clearly been enjoyed.”
Kayla scoffed.
“Stop gaslighting me. Just give me the refund. I have 14,000 followers.
If I post a review, it will matter.”
Grandma exhaled. “It was a gift. I charged you for the ingredients only.”
Kayla smirked.
“A gift I regret accepting.” She slammed the box shut. “You have until five to send the money. Or I’m posting.”
She turned and left.
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