At the Entrance of a Five-Star Hotel, My Sister Pushed Me Away. “Get lost, you can’t even afford a glass of water here,” She Laughed. My Mother Added, “A former maid like you just smells like bleach. Go back to scrubbing toilets.”

Eleanor. “He is my father. It is a milestone year. I belong here.”

“He is the patriarch of a prestigious family that you selfishly abandoned!” Eleanor snarled, her manicured index finger coming up to jab the air mere inches from my collarbone. “You permanently gave up the right to speak his name the day you walked out on our arrangements! We are hosting Arthur Keating tonight. Do you have any earthly idea who that man is? He controls more capital than your tiny, peasant brain could comprehend in ten lifetimes!”