Leila's POV
The Anderson Yacht cruise was a spectacle I could never have imagined, even in my most unhinged daydreams. Forget little boats with champagne flutes and tiny umbrellas in cocktails.
This wasn't a yacht. This was a floating palace. A leviathan made of glass, steel, and money, its decks glittering with strings of fairy lights and chandeliers that somehow did not sway despite the rocking sea.
Every year, Julia had told me, this party was the event of the summer. The Andersons didn't just do "family gatherings." They staged operas of excess. And now, somehow, I was at the center of one.
I'd stood in front of the mirror for an hour earlier, debating my dress. In the end, I chose the halter-neck white gown Zara had bullied me into buying. It clung in all the right places, flowin
