Perfect Vivian.
The daughter my mother adored.
The sister who somehow always received everything she wanted without ever needing to ask.
For years I had wondered whether I was imagining things.
Whether the strange looks between them were innocent.
Whether the secrets were harmless.
Whether I was insecure.
Whether I was jealous.
Whether I was wrong.
That night I finally understood the truth.
I had never been wrong.

I had simply been surrounded by people who benefited from convincing me otherwise.
“Darling,” I said calmly, looking directly at Sebastian, “why don’t you tell everyone about the agreement you signed this morning?”
His mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
The attorney standing near the back wall suddenly became very interested in his shoes.
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