The snow was falling softly as I pulled into the parking lot of Riverside Country Club at 6:15 on Christmas Eve.
The building glowed with warm light, every tall window framed with elegant white garland and tiny golden lights. From the outside, it looked like something printed on a holiday card and sold in a shop on Main Street, the kind with perfect snow, polished brass door handles, and families who smiled like they had never said a cruel thing to each other.
I had worn a dark green dress, simple but nice, with my grandmother’s pearl necklace resting against my collarbone. Nothing flashy. Nothing that would draw attention. I had learned years ago that blending in made things easier with my family.
The valet station was busy. Luxury cars pulled up one after another beneath the covered entrance. BMWs. Mercedes. A black Bentley with a bow tied around the hood like it had rolled straight out of a Christmas commercial.
I drove past them to the self-park area and found a spot near the back. My four-year-old Subaru looked out of place between the polished SUVs and imported sedans, but I was used to that. I liked that car. It started when I needed it to start. It got me through snow. It did not require me to explain myself to anyone.
As I approached the main entrance, my heels crunching over a thin dusting of snow, I saw my family gathered near the doors.
My father stood at the center in his tailored navy suit, his shoulders squared as if he were guarding the entrance himself. My mother stood beside him in a red cocktail dress that probably cost more than my monthly rent. My older brother, Derek, and his wife, Cynthia, were there too, both looking polished and expensive under the warm lights from the awning.
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