Lagoda Beach stayed quiet under a dark sky. The private resort Don Eduardo had chosen for the weekend was large and carefully guarded. Soft lights lined the stone paths that led between the guest villas and the main house. The sound of the ocean carried through the warm night air.
Gerald and Lily had arrived earlier that afternoon. Their villa sat slightly apart from the others, with a clear view of the water. Lily stood by the small balcony, arms resting on the railing. She could hear low music and voices from the main terrace where some of the guests had gathered for drinks.
Gerald stepped out behind her. He had changed into a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up. “Eduardo wants us downstairs. He’s having a small pre-wedding party.”
Lily turned. “Are there going to be a lot of people
