You should be grateful I’m even letting you cater my wedding, Maya. Most people

For three weeks, I played the dutiful little sister. I tasted Vanessa’s twelve flavor changes. I drove ninety miles to source the exact Tahitian vanilla she saw on TikTok. I let her post videos captioned “my sister the helper” while she sipped rosé and I scrubbed sheet pans at midnight. What Vanessa didn’t know was that the quiet phone call I’d made was to Celine Marchetti — the executive producer of Plated, the country’s biggest streaming food competition. Six months earlier, Celine had offered me my own dessert series. I’d said no because Mom begged me not to “outshine your sister during her engagement season.” The night Vanessa humiliated me at brunch, I called Celine back and said yes — on one condition. The wedding day arrived. Three hundred guests. A seven-tier cake I’d built by hand. Vanessa grabbed the microphone before the toasts and announced, “Let’s give a tiny clap for my sister Maya, who finally did something useful with her little baking thing.” The room laughed politely. Then the doors opened. Celine Marchetti walked in with a full camera crew, hugged me, and said into the live mic, “Sorry we’re early, Chef Maya — but America can’t wait to meet the new host of Plated: Sweet Revenge. Premiering Sunday on every screen in the country.” The room went silent. Vanessa’s champagne glass slipped an inch. Celine turned to her with a polite smile. “And you must be the sister who said baking was a hobby. We’d love to use that clip in episode one — with your permission, of course.” Mom finally looked at me, really looked at me, eyes wet. I untied my apron, folded it neatly on the cake table, and walked toward the cameras. At the door, I turned back to Vanessa. “Enjoy the cake, Ness. It’s the last thing I’ll ever bake for free.” The show premiered six days later. Twenty-two million viewers. Vanessa’s followers dropped by half before the credits rolled. And Mom? She called me crying at midnight, asking if she could have a front-row seat at the finale. I told her I’d think about it.