I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Family? You mean the same family who’s asking me to sacrifice everything I’ve worked for so that Sabrina can play house?”
Derek shifted uncomfortably beside Sabrina, clearly wishing to be anywhere but in the middle of this brewing storm. “Look, Vivien, we’re not trying to pressure you—”
“Oh, but you are,” I interrupted, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me. “You’re all just assuming that because I’m single, my life and my accomplishments don’t matter. That I should simply hand over my life’s work because my little sister decided she wants a bigger closet.”
