At My Sister’s Wedding, My Parents Demanded My Penthouse I Refused—Mom Slapped Me I Chose Revenge... My diamond earring hit the marble and skittered under a table—one bright star spinning across a galaxy of polished floor. The band stopped mid-note. Two hundred guests froze with forks in the air. On the mic, my mother’s ragged breathing filled the ballroom like wind in a tunnel. I didn’t touch my cheek. I didn’t give them tears. I crossed the dance floor, heels ticking like a metronome, bent, an