My sister lifted her glass, called me “just a nurse” in front of the entire wedding, and the room laughed with her—until the groom’s father looked straight at me like he’d seen a ghost and said five words that changed the air in the room

the first one to say it out loud.

The door opened. Diane stepped in, her expression smooth, controlled.

“Everything okay in here?”

“Just sister stuff,” Victoria said lightly. She adjusted her dress, then her David Yurman bracelet, one I knew she had borrowed from a client.

Diane smiled, then closed the door again like sealing an envelope she had already continue reading …