Richard Vale stood near the stage, silver-haired and composed, speaking with two board members.
Olivia pulled me in front of him.
“Richard, this is my sister, Sophie.”
Then she laughed.
“She’s the quiet one.”
My mother smiled apologetically.
“We don’t brag about Sophie much.”
Dad added, “Olivia was always the ambitious one.”
I said nothing.
I was used to it.
To my family, I was the daughter who wore simple dresses, avoided social media, and worked some “boring consulting job.”
They had never bothered to learn what that job actually
