“No, baby,” I said too quickly, voice too bright. “No. You didn’t.”
Maya stared at my mother as if she was trying to translate another language. Serena kept scrolling through her phone. My aunt chuckled—actually chuckled—and someone said, “Well, at least Christina is practical.”
Practical. Useful. Stable.
My mother took a sip of her drink and continued, calm and practiced, “We’re not doing another big wedding. It’s not necessary. You’re older. You already have a child, and honestly, you’re stable. You don’t need the help.”
Stable.
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