I stared
at my phone.
I’d paid for an elegant celebration.
I’d organized almost every detail.
And apparently, there wasn’t even a chair reserved for me.
“Mom agrees,” Camille added. “I already talked to her.”
Later that evening, Mom sent me a message.
*Camille explained the seating plan. It sounds perfect! You’re such a wonderful helper.*
I read it several times.
A helper.
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At the event I was paying for.
I felt something tighten in my chest.
But I said nothing.
Then Camille started posting photographs online.
She had around two thousand Instagram followers and enjoyed presenting her life as polished and successful.
Four days before the party, she posted a picture of herself standing beside the fireplace in the Hearthstone Room.
Her caption described how excited she was to organize a beautiful celebration for the parents who had taught her everything about love.
