Chapter 283 - The Cave

In the cloaked splendor of the Monroe sisters' tent, pitched at the ragged seam where the luxury campground kissed the mountains, celebration hung in the air like perfume sprayed over a crime scene. From the outside it looked innocent enough—just another oversized glamping palace among the pines. Inside, it was an altar to excess: silk panels stitched with lazy rivers of gold, velvet cushions plump as spoiled housecats, and Persian rugs so soft they practically begged forgiveness for the sins committed above them. Champagne breathed in crystal flutes on the low table, the bubbles rising with cheerful determination, as if they too were eager to hear the gossip of the damned.