My wife cooked 38 dishes for 75 relatives—only to be dismissed as “too simple.” I said nothing, took one photo, and by morning, they were begging me to undo what I’d done

at the food she had spent the entire night preparing—roast chicken, beef stew, stuffed peppers, fresh croissants, macarons, red velvet cake, peach cobbler, tomato soup, and dozens of other dishes made exactly the way Tiffany had asked.

“You can keep everything,” Tiffany added lightly. “Don’t let it go to waste.”

One chair scraped across the patio.

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