The first laugh hit me before the robe touched the floor. By the time two hundred phones rose toward my face, my twin sister, Hailey, was already smiling like she had won.
“Go on,” she said into the microphone. “Show them the monster you are hiding inside.”
We stood beside the illuminated pool at our family coastal estate in Monterey, beneath white lanterns and a banner that read EIGHTEEN AT LAST. Hailey wore a golden bikini and a jeweled crown, while I wore a black robe over the plain navy swimsuit she had chosen for me.
Our parents had called the party a fresh start, but I knew better. It was Hailey’s coronation.
That morning, she had slipped a folded release beneath my breakfast plate and told me Mother needed my signature before midnight. I recognized Grandmother Demi’s company seal and hid the paper instead.
For once, the years I had spent reading contracts alone in hospital waiting rooms at Mercy General Hospital mattered more than Hailey’s smile, her followers, or our parents’ practiced commands. For ten years, she had been the beautiful twin, the fearless twin, the one photographed for our mother’s skincare company.
I was the daughter hidden behind long sleeves, high collars, and carefully cropped family portraits.
Mother touched my arm. “Maeve, do not ruin tonight.”
Father avoided my eyes. “Just cooperate.”
Hailey stepped closer, her perfume sharp as smoke. “Unless you are scared.”
I looked at the phones, the grinning classmates, the influencers Hailey had invited, and the executives from our mother’s company. Then I saw Grandmother Demi’s attorney, Mr. Fitzpatrick, near the fountain, holding a leather folder.
