Mom’s phone rang at seven the next morning. It was Mrs. Dalton, the neighbor, breathless with excitement. “Judith, your daughter’s house is absolutely gorgeous. Why didn’t you go yesterday?” Mom hesitated. “Where did you see her house?” There was a long silence. “Hold on,” Mrs. Dalton said. “You really have no idea? It was on television last night, the whole country watched.” Mom sank into a kitchen chair, and Dad looked up from his coffee.

Mom fumbled for the remote and searched the replay. Dad leaned over her shoulder as my fireplace filled the screen, then my face, then my words about welcome. Paige wandered in wearing pajamas, scrolling her phone, and froze. Her screen showed hundreds of comments tagging her name, some asking whether she was the sister who kept her family from the party. Mom whispered, “Paige, what have people been saying?”