"The beach party has begun on time, but the prospect of a late thunderstorm means we should move dinner service to an earlier hour. In the gardens, some ride horses under the misters. I can assure you the horses are in no danger, the roof remains closed."
I stand and stretch, scanning the room for my robe to find George holding it out to me. Truly he is the only man I've ever been naked in front of that doesn't seem to notice. Always the perfect gentleman. Sliding my arms into the robe, I enjoy the feeling of the silk against my skin.
"Tell me about the poker game," I say, eyeing the dress I will wear at dinner, a pink ball gown with white lace.
"The usual local pros are taking money from the local fish. All as it should be. Is there anything I should watch?"
"Be sure Marcus doesn't lose too much money. He is sour when he loses at poker."
George nods and exits, leaving me with a fresh bowl of marijuana. Taking a deep hit, I let my mind drift into thoughts of dinner. What will my guests think of the special entertainment?