At My Sister’s 300-Guest Wedding, Mom Raised Her Glass and Asked, “When’s Your Turn?”—I Said, “Eight Months Ago. You Were Invited. Your Favorite Daughter Threw It in the Trash.” The Montgomery estate smells like pine, money, and something rotten nobody wants to name. I’m standing in the living room holding a cream-colored gift box tied with silk ribbon while my sister Bella watches me like she’s livestreaming my humiliation in her head. Inside the box is a glossy pink card for a “lifetime VIP me

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