My younger brother mocked me at Dad’s fun party. “Still single at thirty-five!” he crowed. I just smiled, but then…
The Oak Room at the Plaza, New York, is open tonight for one exclusive party.
I am Jazelle Whitaker, thirty-five years old, a litigation attorney the media likes to call the corporate hunter.
A long table is set for thirty-five guests, and as always, I’m placed at the very end. My younger brother mocked me at my father’s retirement party.
“Thirty-five and still single.”
“What a waste,” people murmured. A few giggles rippled through the room.
My father raised his glass, voice loud and clear.
“You’ll die alone. No husband, no children, no family.”
My mother sighed, adding another stab. “Such a shame for the most beautiful and successful daughter in the family.”
Everyone nodded, pitying eyes fixed straight on me.
I simply smiled and glanced at my watch.
7:42 p.m. The private room’s door swung open.
A man in a deep navy suit walked in first, followed by a little boy about six and a half wearing a tiny matching suit. The man smiled politely.
“Good evening, everyone.”
Instantly, the entire room fell silent.
If you’ve ever been humiliated by your entire family in front of thirty-five people just for being single, what happened next will give you chills. Don’t forget to like and subscribe to see the bitter ending my family had to face. Brandon refused to hand the microphone back.
He waved Courtney up to the little stage.
She was six months along and beaming in an emerald dress that hugged every curve. The second she reached him, he flipped to the next slide on the projector screen.
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