The estate looked like something out of a luxury magazine that evening. The back patio had been transformed. Fairy lights twisted around palm trunks, gold-rimmed champagne flutes glinting under soft lanterns, and the gentle hum of jazz from a live trio tucked near the fountain. Ocean breeze, scented candles, and too many beautiful people in one place. It was almost annoying how rich the air felt.
I arrived late with Sophia. She’d made me change twice before letting me out the door. She mentioned something about “vacation fabulous, not wedding guest desperate.” I didn’t even argue. I needed the distraction.
The cousins were already gathering when we got there. Jay held court in the center of a circular lounge setup, sprawled across a curved couch like it was built just for him. Kelvin, st
