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The Metropolitan's marble foyer echoed with whispers as Diana Ross glided through the crowd, her sequined gown catching light like captured stars. Industry executives tracked her movement with predatory eyes, their champagne glasses raised in false toasts while calculating tomorrow's headlines.

As we stepped out, the humid Connecticut air clung to my silk blouse. Maverick squeezed my hand, his familiar warmth a contrast to the cold grandeur of Reed’s estate. I caught Willa smoothing her vintage dress, all of us trying to look the part while my heart raced with quiet apprehension.

When I was 14, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My mom was at a wine tasting downtown and wouldn't answer her phone. The coach drove me to the ER himself. Three hours later, she finally showed up, martini glass still in hand.

When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My mom was at a wine tasting event when the coach called. She told them to just take me to the hospital and she'd check on me tomorrow. I sat in the ER alone for four hours.

Mrs. Smith had finished feeding the chickens in the evening light, her shadow stretching long across the muddy farmyard. She paused by the stable door, watching the horses settle for the night, their warm breath visible in the cooling air.

When I was 14, I collapsed during track practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was at a business dinner. The coach called an ambulance while I lay there alone. My parents showed up three hours later, after dessert.

When I was 14, my appendix burst during a school field trip. The teachers called my mom's cell five times, but she was getting her nails done. By the time I got to the hospital, the infection had spread. Her response? "These things happen."

Mother's birthday celebration felt like another opportunity for comparison. While Jessica showcased her promotion at the law firm, I sat quietly, watching Father beam with pride. The crystal glasses clinked, each sound emphasizing my perceived failures.