My sister slapped me across the face during her $20,000 wedding-dress fitting—the one I was

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“I’m ready to come back early if there’s an opening.”

As we discussed logistics, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. The future was uncertain, but for the first time in a long time, it was mine. I hung up and took one last look at Everly & Co., the scene inside still unfolding.

Then I turned and walked toward a future that was finally mine to shape—no longer shadowed by someone else’s dreams.