Madeleine’s birthday takes an unexpected turn when her sister’s diet obsession turns the celebration upside down. Determined not to ruin her special day, Madeleine plans a bold move and gives Fiona a taste of her own medicine. Will Madeleine’s daring response save the day or create even more chaos?
My Birthday, My Rules… Or So I Thought
“Fiona, can you come over to help with the birthday party?” I asked, sitting comfortably on my plush sofa, my phone pressed to my ear.
“Sure, Madeleine,” Fiona replied cheerfully. “What do you need me to do?”
“Decorations and food,” I said, relief washing over me. “I could really use an extra pair of hands!”
“No problem,” she said. “I’ll take care of it.”
I smiled, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. “Thanks, Fiona! What would I do without you? I’ll send you some money for the decorations, drinks, and a simple BBQ.”
“Got it. I’ll make sure everything looks perfect,” Fiona assured me.
After hanging up, I quickly transferred the money to her account.
“Hey, sweetheart, are we all set for the party?” my fiancé, Albert, asked as I sent my last text to Fiona.
“Almost,” I said, standing up and giving him a reassuring smile. “Fiona’s handling the decorations and food. We just need to pick up some cups and plates from the supermarket.”
Surprises Aren’t Always Fun
The excitement of hosting a party always brings nerves along with it. Knowing Fiona and Albert were in my corner, I was confident everything would turn out splendidly. Until it didn’t.
“And we’re back!” I called as Albert and I returned, arms loaded with party supplies. But what greeted me left me dumbfounded. A table brimming with rice cakes, 0% yogurt, and a ghastly half-watermelon masquerading as cake.
I stared at Fiona, bewildered. “What happened to the BBQ, Fiona?” Trying to remain calm was a challenge.
“A BBQ isn’t ideal for us, considering… well, your size,” she asserted, nonchalant as ever. It was no secret that her heart and stomach had grappled with diet culture for years, but bringing that into my special day? A line had been crossed.
Operation Salvage the Party
Deep breaths, Madeleine. “Albert, can you call in some pizza and burgers? We need a rescue mission, fast!” A plan B set in motion, I tried smiling through the confusion as guests shuffled in.
I mingled with the guests, mask in place, while Albert worked magic on the phone. Those rice cakes weren’t going to cut it—literally or figuratively.
Moments stretched to infinity until our edible saviors arrived. “Food’s here! Let’s turn this around and have some real fun,” I announced, raising spirits and plates.
The Taste of One’s Medicine
As I handed out plates brimming with BBQ delights, my mischievous side awakened. “Fiona,” I called, presenting her a tower of veggies leaned against rice cakes, “these are all for you. Stick to the healthy stuff—I wouldn’t want to see you unloved over a slice of something indulgent!”
Oh, the shade was laid. Her face, a vivid crimson, rivaled a summer sunset. I’d hoped the little wake-up call would spark some insight.
Fiona left quietly, drowning in embarrassment before the party could pick up.
The Joy of Sweet Karma
Things took a turn for the better. Guests reveled in the atmosphere of then-bountiful tables, complimenting me on the *ahem* perfect mix of ironically botanical settings and gastronomical delights.
As the evening drew to a close, I reflected. The best revenge is a party well-saved, but perhaps Fiona’s shadowy cloud of diet dilemmas deserves a different enlightenment.
What would you have done?
