The light from a thousand crystals sparkled brilliantly overhead as waiters in black tie weaved expertly through Boston’s elite. My father’s 80th birthday celebration was exactly what he’d always valued most in this life: excessive, exclusive, and calculated to impress. I smoothed the subtle wrinkles from my modest navy dress—the nicest thing in my current wardrobe, but painfully understated among the designer gowns and priceless heirloom jewelry adorning the other guests. The faint scent of my late mother’s favorite perfume, the only true luxury I permitted myself, felt like a silent shield against the suffocating cloud of wealth hanging in the air.
“Catherine, you actually showed up.”
My sister, Victoria, air-kissed near my cheek, close enough that I caught the sharp scent of expensive bourbon on her breath. Her diamond earrings caught the chandelier light as she pulled back to examine my outfit with barely concealed disappointment. “We didn’t think you’d make an appearance tonight. Did Melissa convince you?”
“Hello to you too, Victoria,” I said, taking a reluctant sip of champagne that tasted far too sweet against my dry throat. “Yes, my daughter believes in family obligations, even when they are incredibly uncomfortable.”
Melissa appeared at my side, warmly squeezing my arm in silent maternal support. At thirty-three, she navigated these family waters with far more grace than I ever had, her natural warmth creating a small buffer against the cold calculation that permeated the Blackwood family gatherings. “Grandfather’s about to give his big speech,” she whispered.
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