“You’re Just a Baker,” My Sister Screamed—The Next Time They Heard My Name, It Was on a Tokyo Flagship

makeup. “You’re punishing me because Mom uninvited you yesterday. That’s what this is.”

“I’m not punishing you,” I said. “Physics doesn’t care about your engagement party.”

My father slammed his palm on the prep table hard enough to make my ganache bowl wobble. “Enough. You will figure this out, Abigail. I don’t care if you buy them somewhere else and continue reading …