They made me sleep in the garage… and by dessert, the house was mine—and my sister’s picture-perfect engagement was already falling apart. My name is Giana West. I’m twenty-nine, and in my parents’ kitchen in Maple Ridge, I didn’t feel like a daughter coming home. I felt like hired help they forgot to pay. The night before Harper’s engagement party, I stood at the sink polishing crystal flutes while my mom bragged on speakerphone about “our star.” When someone asked what I did for work, she sigh