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Chapter Eighteen: Family Vacation
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2025-09-01 12:00:00Late June 2028 shimmered over Montauk’s beaches, the Hamptons’ salty air wrapping around me like a warm embrace as I stood on the weathered wooden deck of the Drake family’s East Hampton estate. The sun dipped low, painting the sky in streaks of coral and lavender, the Atlantic’s waves crashing rhythmically below, their foam glinting like scattered pearls. Days had passed since the Greenwich Academy graduation, where Justin and I had lost ourselves in a heated moment in a marble-tiled bathroom, a blaze of passion reigniting a love I’d tried to bury under three years of heartbreak. The X post—us slipping into that dimly lit space, my navy dress stark against his navy suit—had exploded online: “Kayla Reed and Justin Drake: Greenwich Reunion Caught?” and “Nurse Slays Billionaire’s Heart!” I’d left Montclair behind, trading my nurse’s scrubs for a white sundress, its gauzy fabric swaying against my plus-sized curves, soft in the ocean breeze. My jet-black hair hung loose, brushing my sh
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