Swann is just watching the screen in horror, tears welling up in her eyes. She's been trying to stop crying in public, to stop being such a baby, but everything they're saying is lies, spinning her father as a relentless pursuer who planned to keep Viatrix out of the spotlight so as not to risk the Honeymead name with pop star scandals.

She's so focused that she starts when Augustus speaks, almost off her stool. "It's not true," she says automatically, eyes huge and watery, her fingers white as she clutches the barstool. "I don't know who wrote this. It's not true."

When she lets go of the counter, her hands are shaking. "When we come back, we'll discover the truth about her marriage -- and her daughter!" the TV announces, and Swann only barely restrains from bursting into sobs right there.