It was a skill I had never mastered, a charisma I couldn’t replicate.
Yet, in the quiet moments, I sensed she wasn’t as invulnerable as she appeared.
Her laughter would fade, and her eyes would flicker to the frosting on my dress, a silent acknowledgment of the tension between us.
My parents, caught up in conversation, seemed oblivious to the undercurrent.
They’d always been more focused on her successes, her achievements.
I often felt like a shadow in her spotlight, my efforts unnoticed.
But deep down, I knew the upcoming family dinner would be another stage for us, another opportunity for her to shine.
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