My Brother Made Me Wear a Red “Not Family” Wristband at His Rooftop Gr…

My mother started researching venues immediately, complaining loudly at Sunday dinners about how impossible it was to find somewhere worthy of Derek’s achievement.

“The Skyline Tower rooftop would be absolutely perfect,” she sighed one evening. “But they’re booked for the next six months. I’ve called them 12 times.”

I’d smiled and said nothing.

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