Elena CarsonNora claims the bathroom first and emerges like she has somewhere important to be.She is in a short silver dress and heels she can barely walk in, hair down, lipstick already applied. I stand in front of the mirror longer than necessary, holding up two options before settling on a black dress that lands mid-thigh and feels like a compromise between trying and not caring. I leave the diamond necklace on. Taking it off for a party would feel like a small, unnecessary betrayal.Nora looks me over and nods once. “Acceptable. Let’s go before I lose my nerve and order room service instead.”The lounge sits on the lower level of the villa complex, open to the warm night air on one side, string lights hanging in loose curves overhead. Music moves through the space. People cluster around low tables and the bar in summer clothes and easy postures. No one here knows my name or the photographs attached to it. Or the scandal.We claim two seats at the bar. The first drink is
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