Kiran said, leaning into the railing at the stern of Noelle’s father’s sailboat as it raced along the Connecticut coastline. I stood next to her and looked out at the view, which was rather spectacular. Huge mansions hovered over the water, interspersed with older, more modest Cape Cod houses. Seagulls cawed overhead, diving toward the water in pursuit of their prey. The only thing bluer than the sky was the water, and the sun glinted off its choppy surface, making everything glitter and gleam. I tipped my face toward the sun and sighed, feeling completely relaxed. I had put Vienna and London in charge of dealing with any last-minute planning issues that might arise for this weekend’s events, so my phone had remained relatively silent for the last couple of hours. Not having to hear that incessant beeping and ringing was like a mini-vacation. “You know, I’ve been all over the world, but this is still one of my favorite spots,” Kiran added, turning around and pushing her dark sunglasses up into her hair.
