As a final step, I told Kayla we wouldn’t be able to accept any more orders from her. She left in silence, realizing her plan hadn’t worked.Grandma looked at me with teary eyes and said, “You were brave today.”It wasn’t about the cake — it was about standing up for someone who had always stood up for me. That day, Grandma’s bakery became more than a dream; it became a place where truth and kindness triumphed.