Dave’s eyes widened, then he burst out laughing. “Oh my god!
What did you say?”
“I told her to let me know when the orders were ready!”
He pulled me into his arms. “Have I told you lately that I married the most amazing woman in the world?”
By the end of the week, Christine’s lie had completely unraveled. Unable to produce another cake, she’d been forced to admit she hadn’t made ours, and Mrs.
Wilson called me directly.
“I understand you’re the actual baker, Alice. I’d love to commission you for our gala.”
One cake led to another, then another. Within months, I had a small but growing side business, making custom cakes for events around town.
***
When Thanksgiving arrived, we gathered at Dave’s parents’ house.
After dinner, Christine silently handed me a store-bought pie.
“I bought this at Riverside Market. Figured I shouldn’t lie about it.”
I accepted the pie with a nod. It wasn’t quite an apology, but it was something.
Later, as guests mingled in the living room, Jim cornered me by the fireplace.
“You know, in 40 years of marriage, I’ve never seen Christine admit she was wrong about anything.”
I glanced across the room, where my mother-in-law was showing Dave old family photos.
“Maybe some things are worth being honest about!”
Jim smiled.
“You’re good for this family, Alice. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
As we drove home that night, Dave reached over and took my hand.
“My cousin Sam just got engaged. He asked if you’d consider making their wedding cake.”
I smiled, squeezing his fingers.
“I’d love to.”
“I told him you would… because that’s what you do. You create beautiful things with your hands and your heart… without expecting anything in return.”
I leaned back in my seat, watching the familiar streets of our neighborhood come into view. The truth was, I didn’t need Christine’s approval or anyone else’s validation.
I had Dave, who believed in me. I had my hands, capable of creating beauty.
And I had learned something valuable: some people will always try to take credit for your hard work. But in the end, the truth rises like a well-made cake.
