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The night my sister was officially welcomed into the Windsor family, I stood in the corner of a ballroom named after a duke who had probably never seen that much white hydrangea in one place. The Windsor Grand Ballroom sat on the top floor of a historic hotel in downtown Chicago, the kind of hotel with brass revolving doors, polished marble floors, and a doorman who looked as if he had been born knowing how to judge luggage. Outside, American flags snapped in the evening wind along Michigan Avenue.

Inside, everything smelled like flowers, champagne, and money pretending not to be money. Towering arrangements of white hydrangeas and cream roses rose from crystal vases in the center of every table. Soft gold lighting washed over the room so kindly it made strangers look like movie stars.

A jazz trio played something breezy and expensive in the corner, close to a grand piano no one was using. Waiters in black jackets moved in perfect rhythm through the crowd, lifting empty glasses, replacing full ones, smiling without ever entering the conversation. I stood beside a decorative ficus tree with a champagne flute I had barely touched and watched my sister work the room like she had been born beneath a spotlight.

Tessa shimmered in a champagne silk dress that was less an outfit and more a declaration. It clung where it was meant to cling, draped where it was meant to drape, and caught the chandelier light every time she turned. Her hair fell over one shoulder in glossy waves.

Her engagement ring flashed like a tiny private camera, making sure everyone saw what she had won. She moved from circle to circle with perfect timing. A hand on an elbow.

A soft laugh. A tilt of the head. A question about someone’s winter house in Aspen, someone’s rescue dog, someone’s daughter at Princeton.

She knew when to flatter, when to listen, when to let silence make another person feel important. Of course she did. Tessa had been practicing for this her entire life.

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