My Brother and His Fiancée Refused to Pay for the Wedding Cake I Made — Then Grandma Delivered the Perfect Revenge === I’m Lila, twenty-five years old, and for as long as I’ve had memories, I’ve had flour on my clothes. Some people talk about music being their love language, or handwritten notes, or grand gestures. Mine is cake. Cake is how I say I adore you, I’m proud of you, I’m sorry you’re hurting. Let’s celebrate that you made it through Tuesday. I believe any day can be elevated with sugar