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"""Patricia slid the venue-transfer agreement across the quartz island and tapped the highlighted signature line as if she were closing a deal instead of taking my wedding away.
“Savannah’s photographs are more important to the sponsors,” she said.
“You and your little nature friends will be perfectly comfortable in a public park.”
My sister lay lengthwise on Patricia’s white leather sofa with one ankle crossed over the other, refreshing the engagement announcement she had posted the night before.
She had been engaged for nineteen hours.
I had been planning my wedding for two years.
The difference did not appear to trouble either of them.
“Mom already explained the situation,” Savannah said without looking up.
“The estate makes sense for my campaign.”
“My wedding is four weeks from Saturday.”
“I know.”
Savannah finally raised her eyes.
“That’s why we need you to sign today.”
There was something almost impressive about the sentence.
She said it with the mild impatience of someone asking me to move my car from a driveway.
I looked down at the agreement.
The Monterey estate sat on protected coastal land where private events were rare, complicated, and expensive.
Sterling and I had attended preservation meetings, revised transportation plans, accepted noise restrictions, changed caterers twice, and paid a deposit large enough to make me nauseated when I transferred it.
The original reservation included a family trust as a financial backstop because Patricia had insisted on contributing.
At the time, she had called it her gift to me.
Now the trust had become leverage.
Her attorneys had spent the previous week pressing the estate representatives to permit a transfer to Savannah.
I could challenge it.
Patricia had already explained what would happen if I did.
The reservation would be frozen while lawyers argued over contractual authority, which meant neither sister would use the estate on my wedding date.
Patricia knew I hated waste almost as much as I hated public scenes.
She also knew something more embarrassing.
For most of my life, I had eventually surrendered.
“Sign it, Elena,” she said.
“Let your sister have one important day.”
One important day.
The phrase landed with the familiarity of an old bruise.
When I graduated from Berkeley, Patricia postponed dinner because Savannah had been invited to a beauty launch in Los Angeles.
When I rented my first apartment, Patricia lectured me for twenty minutes about the deposit and then bought Savannah a car because her social-media account had crossed one hundred thousand followers.
When my father was alive, he occasionally interrupted the pattern.
After he died, there was nobody left at the table who found it strange.
Savannah sat up.
“For what it’s worth, you can still come.”
“To my venue?”
She frowned.
“Don’t make it sound like that.”
Patricia exhaled through her nose.
“There.”
She pointed at me as though I had demonstrated something for a jury.
“This is exactly what I was afraid of.”
I almost laughed.
“What were you afraid of?”
“That you’d turn this into resentment.”
The refrigerator hummed behind us.
Somewhere beyond the glass balcony doors, a truck backed up on the street with three slow electronic beeps.
I picked up the silver pen.
Patricia’s expression changed.
She had expected bargaining first.
Maybe tears.
Maybe an accusation she could carry to the family group chat and polish into evidence that I was unstable, jealous, difficult, selfish, or whatever word served the week.
I signed my name.
Savannah stopped scrolling.
I put the pen beside Patricia’s hand.
“Congratulations, Savannah.”
Patricia stared at the signature and then at me.
“That’s all?”
“That’s all.”
I took my bag from the counter.
“Elena.”
I stopped at the doorway.
Patricia’s voice had softened, which was usually more dangerous than when she shouted.
“We’re still a family.”
I looked at her.
She seemed genuinely offended that I might interpret the morning otherwise.
“Then I guess I’ll see you around.”
I left before she could decide what that meant.
In the parking garage, I sat in my car without starting it.
The concrete ceiling was low enough to make the place feel compressed, and the fluorescent fixture above my windshield flickered every few seconds.
My hands had begun shaking.
Apparently they had waited until nobody could see them.
I pressed my palms against my thighs.
For one ugly minute, I hated Savannah so completely that I pictured her wedding failing in every possible harmless but humiliating way.
Rain.
Wilted flowers.
A broken zipper.
A photographer losing every memory card.
Then I hated myself for thinking it.
Then I decided I was allowed five minutes.
I gave myself six.
Sterling answered on the second ring.
“Hey.”
Wind moved across his microphone.
“You outside?”
“North boundary.”
“Is that the glamorous north boundary or the muddy one?”
“They’re all muddy.”
I closed my eyes.
His voice made the garage feel less airless.
“They took the estate.”
The wind disappeared.
“What?”
I told him about the trust, the attorneys, the transfer agreement, and the signature.
He did not interrupt until I finished.
“You signed?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
That irritated me.
“Okay?”
“No, not okay like it’s fine.”
I heard him moving, probably looking for somewhere out of the wind.
“Okay like I heard you.”
“I may have just destroyed our wedding.”
“You didn’t.”
“Sterling.”
“They wanted a sponsored circus?”
“That appears to be the plan.”
“Then let them have it.”
I leaned my forehead against the steering wheel.
“Our wedding is in twenty-nine days.”
“I know.”
“We have one hundred and twelve guests.”
“One hundred and nine.”
“Why?”
“The Brubakers declined yesterday.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“They sent a six-paragraph explanation about a cruise.”
Despite myself, I laughed.
It came out sounding unpleasant and half broken.
Sterling waited.
“Where are we supposed to put one hundred and nine people in twenty-nine days?”
There was a pause.
Then he said, “We’ll take the sanctuary.”
I lifted my head.
“No.”
“Elena.”
“Absolutely not.”
“It’s available.”
“It’s also a protected marine reserve.”
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“So was our first venue.”
“That is not remotely the same thing.”
