Part 1
“We gave your wedding money to your sister. She deserves the attention more than you,” my dad announced, standing in the middle of the living room like he had just delivered some profound wisdom that should be met with gratitude and applause.
His arms were crossed over his chest in that familiar posture of authority he always adopted when making decisions about my life without my input. My mother sat beside him on the floral couch, nodding along as if this made perfect sense, as if taking forty thousand dollars from one daughter to give to another was simply responsible parenting.
I stood frozen in the doorway, my fiancé Ethan’s hand warm against the small of my back.
The words echoed in my head, refusing to form into anything coherent.
Forty thousand dollars.
My grandmother’s final gift to me. The money she had set aside specifically for my wedding. The inheritance she had made my parents promise to protect.
Gone. Handed to my sister Vanessa, who stood in the kitchen doorway with a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, watching my reaction like it was entertainment.
“What did you just say?” My voice came out barely above a whisper.
“Your sister is getting married next spring,” my mother explained with exaggerated patience, as if I were a child who needed simple concepts broken down into digestible pieces. “Her fiancé’s family is not as financially comfortable as Ethan’s.
It only makes sense that we help them have the wedding they deserve. You understand, don’t you, Isabella?”
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