Chapter 13
I changed something too.
The central estate stopped being the automatic location for every Bellini event.
Younger family members hosted.
Different houses.
Different restaurants.
Different spaces.
Not because Serena was right.
Because one part of her complaint exposed a structural truth.
I had become the room.
Bellini gathering meant Eleanor’s estate.
Eleanor’s table.
Eleanor’s seating.
Eleanor’s approval.
Even without intending to, I made adulthood feel like visiting mother.
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That was not sustainable.
Power should not require everyone to remain emotionally nineteen.
