“The guest list is at two-hundred and fifty,” Jasmine added, scrolling through her phone with her free hand. “Douglas’s family alone is bringing seventy people. Can you believe it? His mother insists on inviting every single cousin.”

My father beamed. His younger daughter could do no wrong. She never had. Jasmine had graduated college with a liberal arts degree and no particular career ambitions, spending the following three years bouncing between part-time retail jobs while living at home, rent-free. Meanwhile, I had worked full-time throughout my own college years, graduated with a business degree, and moved out at twenty-two to a cramped studio apartment I could barely afford.