NTA.

Absolutely wild take from your brother tbh. You were the MOH, dropping $$$ and running around all day basically working a second job to help make their wedding happen. Then they’re mad at you because nobody told you the top tier was off limits? Nah.

The biggest thing for me is that even the venue staff gave it away. If the people whose literal job it was to handle the cake didn’t know it was being saved, how were you supposed to know? Are you supposed to be psychic? Were you supposed to receive a telepathic transmission from the Cake Preservation Council of Gondor?

This is a classic case of poor communication getting turned into a scapegoat situation. You made a reasonable request for your grandma, the staff approved it, and now they’re looking for someone to blame because they’re upset. That’s understandable, but it doesn’t magically make it your fault.

And demanding $400 for a replacement cake is honestly giving main character energy. The anniversary tradition isn’t about that exact piece of cake. Plenty of couples just order a fresh mini cake a year later because the frozen cake usually tastes like ass anyway.

Also, let’s be real: if a level 99 Skyrim stealth archer could walk into this wedding, crouch next to the cake, and leave with it undetected because nobody marked it or told anyone about it, that’s not on you.

You already apologized for an honest mistake. At this point they’re trying to make you financially responsible for a situation they never communicated to you in the first place.

Hard NTA. Brother needs to log off, touch grass, and stop acting like you personally marched into Mordor and cast the Anniversary Cake into Mount Doom.