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…

“She said what?” Robert barked, sweat beading on his forehead as he saw the Senator walking up the path.

“She said that since there wasn’t ‘enough space’ for the payer, there wasn’t enough budget for the party. She was very specific, Mr. Whitaker. She said to ensure no trucks arrived.”

Robert dropped the phone. It clattered against the hardwood floor.

Outside, the noise of car doors slamming and confused chatter was growing louder. Eighty-eight of New York’s elite were currently standing on the front lawn, in their finest jewelry, waiting to be let into a house that contained nothing but three panicked narcissists and a box of crackers.

“Do something, Robert!” Linda screamed, her composure shattering. She grabbed a vase from the console table and hurled it at the wall. “Fix this!”

“I can’t!” Robert yelled back. “I don’t have twenty thousand dollars for a caterer on speed dial! Sarah pays for everything!”