The contrast between the two messages was jarring. Perhaps I had been wrong about Jessica all along. And perhaps tonight would reveal truths my parents had been avoiding for 26 years.
Jessica’s debt-free celebration was being held at an upscale restaurant in downtown Detroit. My parents had rented out the entire rooftop Terrace—an extravagance that surely cost thousands. As I stepped off the elevator, I was greeted by a large Banner reading “congratulations doct Jessica,” with no mention that there were, in fact, two Dr Collins in the family now. I smoothed down my navy blue dress and took a deep breath. This was Jessica’s night. Regardless of what Dr Fleming planned to announce, I wouldn’t let years of resentment ruin my relationship with my twin.
“Audrey!” Jessica spotted me immediately, breaking away from a group of relatives to rush over. She looked stunning in a silver cocktail dress, her blonde hair—identical to mine in color but cut in a trendy Bob while I kept mine long—styled perfectly.
“Thank God you’re here. Aunt Patty has asked me five times if I have a boyfriend yet.”
I’m laughed despite my nerves. “What did you tell her?”