My name is Emily Carter, and until my sister’s wedding, I thought I understood exactly where I stood in my family

I felt confused.

Then my mother looked directly at me.

“Emily has something wonderful she’d like to do for her sister.”

My stomach tightened.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

She ignored me.

“Emily has decided to give Jessica and her new husband the keys to her penthouse apartment so they can begin their married life in luxury.”

For one second, nobody moved.

Then applause erupted.

People cheered.

Some guests even stood.

I felt like the floor disappeared beneath me.

I stared at my mother.

Then at my father.

Then at Jessica.

None of them looked surprised.