“Sure—you’re great at fundraising.” Asha looked at the others in the room. “She’s chairing the puppy prom this year.”

Asha gave Kamila a pointed look—one Kamila understood. Helping businesses get off the ground was exactly the kind of thing Kamila loved—and volunteering for this incubator could give Kamila the cachet she needed to get bigger clients and more credibility.

Jana raised one eyebrow. “But are refugees glamorous enough for Kamila? I don’t think there will be any fluffy dogs involved.”

Rohan snorted a laugh at Jana’s dig.

Kamila’s head shot to look at Rohan. That hurt. Jana’s comment wasn’t really a surprise. But Rohan laughed. Did he really think she cared only about glamour and fluffy dogs? Volunteering at the shelter was the furthest thing from glamorous. Until she ended up on the prom committee, she spent most of her time there cleaning up poo.

Asha, a peacemaker down to her bones, tried to defuse the tension in the room. “Uncle,” she said to Dad. “Did you try this Burmese coconut cake Rohan brought? Come, let me get you a slice.”

“That’s probably not a good idea,” Jana said. “It’s very sweet. Uncle, you said your blood sugar test was high this week. You should watch your carbohydrate intake.”

Kamila’s head shot to Dad. He had his test results already? And he’d told Jana, but not her? “Dad, when did you get your test results?”

He gave Kamila a reassuring pat on the arm. “Today, beti. I didn’t want to worry you before your party.”

But he was fine with worrying Jana?

There were too many people around to scold Dad now. Not to mention Jana still had that smug expression. But Kamila had every intention of giving her father a much-deserved piece of her mind later. In the meantime, though, she needed to wipe that look off Jana’s face.

“I’d love to learn more about the incubator,” Kamila said. “I could totally volunteer. Helping refugees is such a great cause.”

“Are you sure, Kam?” Rohan asked. “It’s not really your scene.”

Jana frowned. Was her expression smug?

“Of course I’m sure,” Kamila said. “I love fundraising! And I’m good at it.”

Rohan still looked skeptical but nodded. “I suppose I can ask Anil if he has use for you.”

“I’m pretty sure they won’t be needing anyone to lead a ukulele sing-along,” Jana said.

How did Jana even know about her ukulele? Kamila hadn’t been in the mood for a sing-along tonight and hadn’t brought it out. Kamila didn’t care who saw her and gave Jana a death glare. But everyone was too busy chuckling at Jana’s comment to notice.

Dad didn’t laugh, at least, but he didn’t look convinced. Did no one have faith in Kamila?