THREE MONTHS AFTER 

The first thing Rachel noticed as she walked in was the scent of fresh pines and the glint of gold-accented tents.

They didn’t look like regular tents. There were cream canvas domes with polished wooden doors, marble platforms for the outdoor kitchens, and tiny chandeliers twinkling beneath the high canopies like stardust trapped above them. Someone had clearly called in a luxury designer, and Rachel already knew who.

Victoria had asked for a family camping which suprised Rachel the more when the latter asked her to bring Sara into the loop. In the past few months, she couldn’t count the number of times she and Victoria went...