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Marcus sat at the head, looking handsome in his button-down shirt, though I noticed the stress lines around his eyes that hadn’t been there when he was younger. Rya positioned herself to his right, her posture perfect, her smile radiant as she played the role of the perfect wife and mother. I took my usual seat, the one closest to the kitchen so I could jump up to refill dishes or grab forgotten items. It had become my designated spot over the years, though I couldn’t remember exactly when that happened. Before we say grace, Rya announced, her voice carrying that theatrical quality she used when she wanted to be the center of attention. I have a little surprise for everyone. She reached under her chair and pulled out an envelope cream colored to match her sweater. Her fingers were perfectly manicured.
A fresh French manicure that probably cost more
A fresh French manicure that probably cost more than I spent on groceries in a week. It’s a family announcement, she continued, her smile growing wider. Marcus and I have been planning something very special. My heart skipped. Were they expecting another baby? Moving closer, the possibilities raced through my mind as she opened the envelope with deliberate slowness, clearly enjoying the attention, she pulled out a card, expensive card stock with elegant lettering, and held it up for everyone to see, but she was looking directly at me as she read it aloud. Family vacation to Aruba, 10 days of sun, sand, and relaxation. We leave tomorrow morning and we’ll be back December 5th. The table erupted in excitement. Emma and Jake cheered. Uncle Tom congratulated Marcus on the generous gesture. And Rya’s parents beamed with pride at their daughter’s good fortune. But Rya wasn’t finished.
