My Sister Texted That 47 People Were Coming to My Beach House for Four Days and Told Me to Stock the Fridge

words:

PROPERTY STAGING. COASTAL LUXE RENTALS. FRAGILE, DECOR.

Then the second man pulled rolled display banners from the back.

Not a family reunion.

An event.

My beach house had been booked for something, and I had never been told.

“What is it?” Ethan asked.

I handed him the phone.

His eyebrows lifted slowly as he watched the men unload rental equipment onto continue reading …