The moon hung high over Malibu's Zuma Beach, casting a glowing hue across the Pacific as Anastasia's sleek black SUV pulled into the private parking area. The rhythmic crash of waves and the distant laughter of beachgoers set the scene for an evening of opulence and relaxation.
Anastasia stepped out, her designer hat shielding her eyes from anyone that might recognize her .Caroline, ever the dramatist, emerged next, her wide-brimmed hat and flowing kaftan billowing in the sea breeze. Camille and Valentine followed, both exuding effortless elegance in their beach attire.
"This is exactly what we needed," Caroline declared, surveying the beach with a satisfied smile.
The group made their way to a reserved cabana, its white curtains fluttering gently. Inside, plush lounge chairs, a stocked minibar, and a personal attendant awaited them. They changed into their bikinis—each ensemble more luxurious than the last—and settled in with cocktails in hand.
