On my 18th birthday, I walked into a ballroom full of balloons, music, and cameras—only to hear my sister laugh, “Surprise! I’m turning eighteen again tonight.” My mother smiled and said, “Just let her have this, honey.”

had only been a minor misunderstanding.

Vanessa glanced around my studio and said, “Cute place. I honestly didn’t think you’d get this far.”

My father cleared his throat. “Madison, let’s not start anything.”

I gave a small nod and opened my sketchbook. “Tell me what you want.”

Vanessa smiled. “Something unforgettable. After all, everyone will be looking continue reading …