Helping family is one thing. Being taken for a fool is another. After my sister dumped her daughter’s $250 bill for a birthday cake on me, I got creative and served her a slice of revenge…
with sprinkles.
Some sisters borrow your sweater and return it with a coffee stain. Mine borrows my credit card and returns it maxed out with a smile. But this time, my sister pushed me too far.
I was folding laundry in my cramped apartment when my phone buzzed.
Hannah’s name lit up the screen like a warning signal I should’ve heeded.
“Ellie! Perfect timing!” Her voice bubbled through the speaker with that fake enthusiasm she used when she wanted something big. “I need your event-planning magic.”
My stomach dropped.
“What kind of magic?”
“Sia’s turning eight next weekend, and I want to throw her the party of the century. You know… bounce house, professional clown, the works!
I already found the perfect spot at Meadowbrook Gardens.”
I pressed my forehead against the cool window. “Hannah, that sounds expensive.”
“That’s where you come in, sis! I need help with logistics.
Could you book the clown and handle the cake order? I’ll pay you back immediately after the party.”
The word “immediately” should’ve been my first red flag. With Hannah, immediately usually meant somewhere between never and when pigs fly.
But then I thought of Sia, my sweet, gap-toothed niece who still believed in birthday wishes and magic.
“What kind of cake are we talking about?”
“Oh, just something simple from Sweetland Bakery.”
Simple. Right. I should’ve known better.
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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