“Okay, number eight!” Beatrice kept the game rolling. “We met because our superficial mothers dragged us to Canyon Ranch instead of Disneyland.”

“Brayton!” Adaka said. “Everyone knows your moms are joined at the hip…”

“Number nine!” Beatrice said. “We met backstage at a Justin Bieber concert. We broke in and stole a pair of his boxer briefs from his dressing room, which we now FedEx back and forth like the Sisterhood of the Traveling Underpants.”

“Process of elimination,” Vronsky said. “Must be Olivia and Livingston.”

“Speaking of,” Olivia said. “Keep an eye out for a FedEx package in the next couple days.”

Livingston smirked and said, “Every time I wear them to bed, I have a Bieber sex dream.”

“TMI, Livi,” Olivia said to her cousin.

“Oh don’t be such a prude, Olivia,” Livingston said.

“Number ten! We met when I drunkenly grabbed his dick and he politely informed me that we weren’t playing on the same team, and he told me that if I angled the arch in my eyebrows differently it’d really make my eyes pop.”

DandyZ took a sip of champagne, stood up, and curtsied. “Guilty as charged.”

“Number eleven!” Bea said. “We met at a sandbox in the Hamptons when we were five years old. She showed up with the bucket and I showed up with a shovel.”

“My sister, Anna!” Steven said. “I was there, too. I destroyed their sand castle and sent them both running off, crying!”

“Yes you did, you big meanie,” Anna joked.

Bea made a face. “That was number twelve. Steven destroying our sand castle. But you do remember he got in trouble and we got banana splits from the snack bar. Game over!”

Everyone cheered and toasted Beatrice, to which she raised her glass and told them it was time to go around the table and say something nice about her.

“Oh come on, Beatrice, don’t make liars out of us!” At this, everyone roared with laughter and after that, the entire meal was punctuated with delighted banter and the clink of champagne flutes filled with Veuve Clicquot.

The mood was set for one hell of a night.

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