I replied with calculated enthusiasm: *No spoilers please! So excited for our weekend away ❤️*
Just enough girlish anticipation to flatter him, not enough to seem desperate. The perfect balance I'd maintained throughout our relationship.
The Hamptons house belonged to Stefan's family, a sprawling beachfront property where we'd spent time together years ago, before I'd orchestrated his marriage to Camille. The place held memories for us, manufactured ones on my part, genuine on his.
I'd arranged everything, private chef for Friday night, horseback riding Saturday morning (Stefan's favorite activity, one Camille had always been too afraid to join), sunset cruise that evening. Sunday would bring a carefully curated brunch followed by a walk on the beach where, if all went according to plan
