Three weeks after Evelyn's revelation, we're gathered for what she called "a celebration, not a funeral."She planned everything. Selected the venue, a restaurant overlooking the harbor. Chose the guest list, just twelve people. Wrote instructions: champagne, not tears. Stories, not eulogies. Life, not death."I want to be celebrated before I'm gone," she wrote in her invitation. "While I can still hear it. While I can still appreciate it. Consider this my living funeral. But fun."So here we are. Me, Liam, Harper, Marcus, Sofia, Jordan, Melissa, and a few of Evelyn's close friends. Celebrating a woman who has maybe six weeks left.She arrives last. Deliberately. Wants a grand entrance. She's wearing red. Bold, defiant red. Makeup perfect. Head high despite the pain I know she's in."Thank you all for coming," she says, settling into her seat at the head of the table. "For honoring an old woman's strange request.""You're not old," Harper protests."I'm dying. That makes me old enough
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