My mug crashed to the marble floor as the clerk’s words finally registered. “Miss Walker, I apologize, but I cannot find your reservation.” The polished lobby of The Breakers, usually a symbol of elegance and family tradition, suddenly felt like a stage where I was the unwilling performer in a cruel play. Behind me, the sharp click of designer heels closed in. Of course—Catherine never missed her cue.“I only made reservations for our real family,” she announced loudly, her voice dripping with self-satisfaction. She adjusted her Hermès Birkin just enough…
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