The sun was already high when we gathered at the back of the villa, where a shaded patio opened out to a private garden terrace surrounded by lemon trees and bursts of bougainvillea. A table had been set with pitchers of infused water and a tray of tiny pastries I wasn’t in the mood for. Ramona, in her linen white sundress and oversized sunglasses, looked like she’d just stepped out of a magazine shoot. Sloane and I stood nearby, arms crossed as we eyed the setup for the day’s ...