Five years later...
“This is not what you promised me!” I shout into the phone, heat rising in my cheeks.
“Mrs. Rafik, we’re sorry,” the baker replies, his voice tight. “There was a blackout yesterday. Everything in our freezers spoiled.”
My grip tightens on the receiver. “I commissioned your bakery to make me a tower of baklava for my husband’s birthday. I expect a beautiful tower tonight. I don't want to write a strongly worded bad review on your Google page, but I might have to.”
I was never an influencer by any means. But after I married Amir, I noticed my follower count had quietly tripled. Suddenly, people cared about where I went, what I wore, and even what I ate. My casual reviews of restaurants—just little notes about good food and warm service—started to matter. A few owners
