Night fell over Napa in a way that was far too beautiful for a life currently suffering from a severe lack of manners.Outside the private wing, the vineyard had turned into a dark stretch of land traced with tiny lights in the distance, like someone had scattered jewelry across the ground and forgotten to pick it back up.From the terrace, the breeze carried the smell of wet grass, grapes, and lavender planted far too strategically so rich people could say, so peaceful, while hiding three family crises beneath linen table settings.I stood in the master suite bathroom for a few seconds after my shower, staring at my reflection in a mirror that was too large and far too honest.My hair was half wet, heavy like black fabric that had been washed wrong. My skin was still warm from the water, and my cheeks were still holding onto a little color I couldn’t entirely blame on the steam.I tried tying my hair up with one scrunchie.The scrunchie gave up after nine seconds.“This bitch,” I mut
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