A second round of margaritas hit the poolside table and Monique plopped into her chair.
“I still have half my first one,” Diane said. “Not complaining really, but…”
Monique pulled the lime out of her second margarita and squirted the juice in her mouth.
“You know how Sean Zafara is my fake husband?”
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