It's ten o'clock on a Saturday night. We have long since discussed Gina Lorne. Dainy and Kylie are cooped up in the kitchen making salad and preparing drinks. Jace and Dexter are manning the grill on the outside deck, while Victoria and Natasha sit on the open deck, texting a small but noticeable portion of Liston Hills that we were having a party.

I'm upstairs in the room, Dainy and I shared many nights in, staring idly at the bed. It's the same as I remember it. An Ivory four poster ...