Then came the cream-colored envelope with my brother’s wedding invitation, a silent act of rebellion from my mother. I told myself I was attending to prove them wrong, to stand tall in the success they never believed possible. What I didn’t expect was Catherine, my brother’s fiancée, curtsying before me at the rehearsal dinner, her eyes wide with professional admiration as she said those world-shattering words: “Your Honor, I didn’t know you’d be here.”