“Are you really excluding us?”
I thought about the text they had sent exactly one year earlier.
Only high-society guests will be there.
“No,” I said quietly. “I’m choosing the people who were there before the headline.”
There was a long silence.
Then I ended the call.
For years, my parents believed status determined who deserved a seat in the room.
Without meaning to, they taught me something useful.
A seat means very little when you have spent your whole life building the table.
