Then Aunt Marlene appeared, carrying the real crystal set. The room erupted in applause. My stepmom’s actions were exposed, and she quickly left, unable to explain herself.
That night, we raised Mom’s genuine crystal glasses in a toast. The light sparkled through them just like it did years ago, and I felt her presence beside me. It wasn’t just about preserving a set — it was about protecting a legacy, with love and a little clever planning.
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