Celeste greeted me near the entrance, loudly announcing my arrival before guiding me around the clubhouse. Lottie immediately appeared and handed me an orange popsicle. As we walked, Celeste mentioned the expensive membership fees, apparently expecting me to be impressed. I noticed things she overlooked: an incorrect linen delivery schedule, damaged woodwork, and a dining-room arrangement that violated the fire-code plan. Then a man carrying iced tea stopped in his tracks. It was Adrian Locke, the club’s general manager. He recognized me immediately, greeted me warmly, and asked about my family. Celeste smiled politely, assuming he was simply being friendly.

Soon Constance Delaney approached with five other women, all wearing the expressions of people who had already discussed me. Graham hovered behind Celeste. Constance looked me over and remarked how different Celeste and I seemed. Nobody asked about my life. Then Celeste introduced me with a laugh: “She used to clean for the family. It’s a whole story, I’ll tell you later.” One woman laughed, while another looked uncomfortable. I said nothing. But Adrian had heard every word. He placed his tray down, causing two glasses to rattle, and walked directly toward us. Celeste was still talking when she noticed everyone watching him approach. His expression was serious, and his next words made her smile disappear.