Before I could fully spiral, my sister-in-law Jenny burst out laughing. Then she dropped the bomb: that wasn’t the real cake. Jenny had overheard Patricia plotting and secretly ordered a second, identical one. She disappeared for a moment and came back with the real deal. When we cut into it, blue layers revealed we were having a boy — and the whole yard erupted in cheers. Patricia, frosting on her blouse and caught red-handed, had no comeback.

It turned out to be a perfect day after all — not because it went smoothly, but because we didn’t let her ruin it. We turned her moment of sabotage into a story of love, laughter, and a little sweet revenge.