My parents told me there wouldn’t be “ENOUGH SPACE” for me at the annual family gathering. But then they invited 88 people. All six of my siblings, their families, in-laws, even cousins and friends. I didn’t say a single word. Instead, I ACTED. Hours later, my mother started screaming…

Robert Whitaker wandered in, adjusting his bow tie. “Relax, Linda. It’s going to be a triumph. I heard the Senator is bringing his new wife.”

“Where are the caterers?” Linda asked, frowning at the window. “They should have been here at two to set up. I haven’t heard a single plate clatter.”

“Sarah probably told them to set up quietly so they wouldn’t disturb our nap,” Robert dismissed. “You know how efficient she is. She’s probably got them parking in the rear service entrance.”

“True,” Linda smiled, admiring herself in the mirror. “That girl. She’s so… useful. A bit plain, but useful.”

Downstairs, Jessica was taking selfies in the foyer. “Guys! The lighting is terrible in here! Where is the professional lighting crew Sarah promised?”

The doorbell rang.

“Ah! The first guests!” Robert clapped his hands. “Showtime, everyone!”

Robert threw open the heavy oak double doors. Standing there were the Millers—the neighbors.