Then Friday night, the day before the party, something even more ridiculous happened. Bethany sent me a Venmo request for $1,800. Label: “for the cake and broken frame. Lol. Let’s just call it even.” I didn’t even react at first. I just handed my phone to Emily and walked out to the balcony.
When I came back in, she had the calmest look on her face. I asked her what she wrote. She shrugged and said, “She’s not going to like it.” Fifteen minutes later, Bethany blocked both of us on everything.
We didn’t go to my dad’s birthday party, but Bethany did, and she didn’t come quietly. She showed up in a white jumpsuit that looked suspiciously close to bridal wear. Cousin Cara texted us a photo with a caption: “She’s not okay.”
Apparently, she brought some real estate guy she met two weeks prior and told half the guests they were moving in together soon. The other half she told, “Big things are coming.” She kept saying it over and over: “Big things.”
That Monday we found out what the big thing was. Bethany launched a podcast. The title:
“Bloodline Bruises: Growing Up with the Golden Child.”