I read in a gossip magazine that Bethany was throwing her own birthday party. There was a snapshot of her guest list and it included every celebrity and prominent name in New York, including the Peterson family.
I scanned through the article and read a few of the quotes Bethany had given the paparazzi. She talked about how the Diaz family was rivaling the Richardson family now, and she was going to show that the Diaz family was better. She announced that her birthday party was the true debut of her family coming out as a real power in the city.
"That's not good," I muttered to myself.
I needed to go to that party. There was a chance I could still talk to Bethany and appeal to her as my sister. Bethany had her issues with me and I had mine with her, but that didn't mean we had to be enemies. We had been close once. We'd been sisters!
My mom was at the hospital again and she couldn't watch Ken. I dressed him up in a little tuxedo and found a dress to wear. It wasn't that forma
