Guests watched as Sandra mocked my mom’s memory and broke the replica glasses. Gasps filled the room. Then Aunt Marlene appeared, carrying the real set on a silver tray. The hall erupted in applause.Sandra’s secret was out. She left in shame, and for the first time since losing Mom, I felt her presence again. That night, we toasted with her real crystal set. The light sparkled through the glasses, just as it had in our kitchen years ago.Sometimes, truth shines brighter than any scheme—like sunlight through crystal.