Lily beamed. Joey felt an irrational hit of annoyance toward her. Like they were competing for Leo, and again Leo was going to choose Lily.

“What is Leo really doing here?” Bea had displaced Siya from her chair and now whispered half an inch from Joey’s ear.

Joey sipped her margarita, trying to calm down her nerves. “You know he’s in town. That’s the whole reason all your lies unraveled.”

“I knew it, but to see it is another thing. I don’t get what you both are planning to do. Destroy all our lives? Now? Before your wedding?”

“No. Not before my wedding. We’ll tell Dad and Lily after. Lily’s eighteen. She has a brother, Mom. She has a biological father she doesn’t know about. Leo has kept your secret for fifteen years.”

Bea rolled a piece of hard gold confetti between her fingertips. Then she dug the edge of the confetti into her forearm, carving two lines into an X-shape. She stared at the X like it held answers. “I know this is my fault. I knew long ago this day would come. I just didn’t expect it on your wedding.” Her mother slid her wedding ring up over her knuckle and then pushed it back down again.

“Well, that makes two of us.” Joey watched Leo and Lily talking. Seeing them for the first time together as siblings was such a weighty reality to digest.

Suddenly G rose from her chair. “I have something to say. Now, this is my first bachelorette party, but I did think it was going to be more fun. Where is the dancing?”

“Yes.” Lily rose. “G, you’re totally right! Do you want to try to twerk?” She smiled slyly at Joey, and Joey managed a tiny smile in return.

“A twerk, you say. Yes. Lily, turn the music up!”

Bea wandered off, and Leo slid into her abandoned chair. He said, “Will the real bachelorette please stand up?”

Joey motioned to a gyrating G. “She must have missed out her time around.”

“No twerking for you?”

“No twerking. I’m just kicking it over here with my margarita.”

“I’ll kick it over here with you then. If that’s okay.”

“It’s okay,” she said.

*  *  *

Much later, after a surprise performance orchestrated by Lily of an apparently on-the-cusp-of-superstardom local pop singer, everyone left.

Siya and Lily helped G out in a chain of linked arms. Joey wasn’t surprised that Siya was heading off to sleep. Since they’d been kids, Siya had favored a grandparent-hour bedtime, and her four-year-old twins had only pushed it earlier. On her way out, Siya whispered in Joey’s ear, “Tomorrow. Me and you. Every. Last. Detail.” She had that menacing look, like when Joey accidentally drove her car over the prom dress that had slid off Siya’s trunk.