I added that if she truly wanted a free wedding, she should just elope or go to city hall. This plan wasn’t really free—it was only free for her. (I might’ve been a bit more direct in my tone, but I didn’t swear or call her names.)
She got very quiet, stared at me for a minute or so, and then left—with another friend offering to drive her home.
Later that night, that same friend texted me saying I’d really hurt her feelings and that, even if her plans were unrealistic, I should’ve let her realize that on her own. A little while later, the bride-to-be herself messaged me, simply saying, “Sorry, don’t worry about the cake.” No further explanation. Now I’m feeling guilty.
She had been so happy and excited, and she never said anything mean to me. Maybe I should’ve just agreed to make the cake, since she said she wouldn’t be upset if it didn’t turn out great. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that her wedding wouldn’t end up being what she wanted—and, honestly, I was frustrated by the request in the first place.
