I found myself rushing inside the mansion. Dripping with sweat, I pushed open a colossal mahogany door. The expectant eyes of the crowd immediately welcomed me.
My Mom was standing on a mini-platform, holding a microphone, with Dad standing beside her, holding a champagne glass.
Everyone was dressed formally and in their evening gowns and suits, while I was still in my pants and sleeveless shirt. I smiled awkwardly at my mother, who was shooting me with death glares. I must have kept them waiting for a long time.
"What took you so long, young lady?"
I winched. My mother might sound calm and collected when she asked, but I was sure I would be in deep trouble.
My brother walked to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulder. He winked at me before he waved his champagne glass at the cro
