I’m Emily, 25, and baking is my passion. What began as a hobby at 16 turned into full-time bakery work and dreams of culinary school. My family never fully got it—especially my dad—but they were supportive in small ways. When my brother Adam got engaged to Chelsea, they asked me to bake their wedding cake. I quoted $400—a fair price for a three-tiered cake—and they agreed.
I poured my heart into it, from tastings to design. The cake came out beautifully, and I delivered it with pride. But after the reception, Adam shocked me: “You’re seriously expecting us to pay?” He assumed family meant free labor. I was hurt. This wasn’t a gift—it was my craft.