Victoria

Breakfast terrace, 9 a.m. Claire's halfway through a smoothie when a woman walks in from the lobby with a canvas bag on her shoulder — white linen shirt open over a black swimsuit, sunglasses pushed up into silver-streaked hair, gold bangles clicking. Claire nearly knocks her glass over. "Maa—?" Victoria stops at the table like she was expected. "Surprise." A hand on Claire's shoulder, one squeeze. "Two weeks off. So I came." Claire gets up, hugs her, then pulls back too soon. "You didn't eve...