In the affluent coastal town of Tidal Cove, secrets run deep as the ocean. Selene is just trying to rebuild her life, working as a caterer for the town’s elite. But when ambitious divorcée and reporter Lexi uncovers a cryptic note during a party, she strikes back at the rich and famous, determined to get her life back on track…
The ocean shimmered like a jeweled blanket under the fading sun, but all eyes on the shore were fixed on the Montgomery yacht. Docked just beyond the marina, its towering sails and sleek white hull announced that this was no ordinary party.
A luxury yacht | Source: Midjourney
This was Tidal Cove’s elite at their finest, celebrating themselves.
I moved through the crowd with a tray of champagne, careful to keep my smile neutral. That was the rule.
“No seductive or suggestive smiles, do you understand? You lot are made to be… there. Not noticed. Just seen. But not seen, do you understand?” Madeline, my head chef, drawled on as she puffed on her cigarette when I had first started in the catering field.
It was a lesson that I never seemed to shake off.
An older woman smoking a cigarette | Source: Midjourney
I was young, and I needed money quickly; catering to the elite seemed like the best option.
Tonight, like every other event where I was hired to cater, I was invisible, just the help. And that suited me fine.
A woman holding a tray of champagne glasses | Source: Midjourney
Reginald leaned against the railing, his silver hair catching the golden light, his tailored navy blazer crisp and stylish, like himself. His smile was warm, but there was something disarming in the way he said my name.
“Sir,” I said, smiling back.
“I told you, Selene, when you’re working my events, you’re supposed to call me Reginald or Reg. None of this ‘Sir’ business.”
A man on a yacht | Source: Midjourney
“Sorry,” I said. “Force of habit. Before I went out on my own, we were trained to be… unseen....
