Arnold was the first to recover, forcing out a dry chuckle.
"Of course we do. Hang on."
The others exchanged glances and picked up their phones one by one.
Soon enough, the system showed the envelope had been claimed.
I tapped on the details—and my blood ran cold.
A one-dollar lucky draw envelope, split among five people.
Every single person got exactly twenty cents.
Not a penny more. Not a penny less.
Nanette clapped her hands and laughed. "Oh my, our luck tonight is just terrible! Not a single lucky winner!"
Nicholas chuckled along. "Guess this round's a wash, then."
I turned to my daughter in shock, but her expression was perfectly calm.
This was a lucky draw envelope—the whole point was that amounts were random. And every single person had gotten the exact same share.
Was that probability even possible?
"Something's off. I'm sending another one."
"Off? What's off?"
Arnold erupted.
"Brother-in-law, rules are rules! No lucky winner means the round is void. You don't get a do-over!"
"Where's your sportsmanship?!"
Isabel shot me an impatient look.
"Leslie, what is wrong with you tonight?"
"It was a perfectly good New Year's dinner, and you've ruined it!"