“Very good, sweet Lolly, very good,” Beatrice said. “Now, for number three: we met when I ‘accidentally’ wandered into the Wick boys’ locker room by mistake. I didn’t get in trouble because I told him my eyes were dilated from my optometrist appointment.” She covered her mouth for a second like she was telling a secret. “It was a total lie! I just wanted to see how everyone was hanging…”

Murf’s hand shot up.

“We’re not in school, Murf, no need to raise your hand,” Beatrice said.

“Oh word, my bad,” Murf said. “I bet that’s my boy Rooster right there.”

“Correct!” Beatrice said. “And quite the package he is. Upstairs and down.”

Vronsky fired a look at Murf. “How’d you know that?”

Murf shrugged. “Honestly, he’s the only one of y’all who looks like he plays sports.”

“Number four!” Beatrice commanded the attention back to her. “We met in the Valentino showroom in Milan, but we bonded in the bathroom ten minutes later when we … ahem … powdered our noses together.”

Daler’s lanky runway model arms extended over her and Rowney, pointing down at both of them. “That was us! But we weren’t putting on makeup, we were doing blow…”

Rowney jabbed her pointy elbow into Daler’s exposed rib cage. “You’re not supposed to guess if it’s you, and FYI, she wasn’t being literal when she said ‘powdering our noses,’ she was being euphorical.”

“God, I love you, beauties.” Beatrice blew them a kiss and continued. “Number five: we met at a Little League game when he came up to me and said, ‘Your cousin was too embarrassed to tell you this but you’ve got birdshit in your hair.’”

Now Anna chimed in, “That’s got to be Murf!”

“Correct! You guys are too good at this game!” Bea laughed.

“No fair,” Murf said. “That clue was way too easy!”

“My apologies, Murf,” Beatrice said. “I may be perfect but I’m not infallible … Number six! We met at a Bergdorf shoe sale, when we were both holding the same shoe and we had the same size feet. Lucky for us they had two pairs left so we both got them, otherwise we’d both have matching scars.”

“Lolly!” Steven called out.

“Steven!” Lolly nudged her boyfriend. “You’re not supposed to…”

“What?” Steven said. “You’re not me!”

“All’s fair in love and guessing games,” Beatrice quipped. “Number seven: we met at the ‘kids’ table’ at Chelsea Clinton’s wedding. After we ate all the chicken fingers we stole a bottle of champagne from the bar and got drunk by the pool. Hint: I wasn’t the one who threw up in the shallow end.”

The twins, Addison and Benjamin, broke out in a tandem laugh, giving away the answer.

“Addison was so hungover the next day, I got the headache!” Benjamin said.