“She says rich people have interesting private lives.”
“That’s one way of putting it.”
“What does that mean?”
He glanced at me.
“Some people are traditional. Some are curious. Some couples agree to explore relationships with other people. Some enjoy role-playing, elaborate romantic games, or private arrangements that outsiders might find strange.”
I remembered Beatrice’s conversation about partner swapping.
“So all that really happens?”
“Of course. But don’t believe every story you hear at a party. People exaggerate, especially when they want to sound sophisticated.”
He opened the car door for me.
“And remember something else: being open-minded doesn’t mean having no boundaries. Anyone who tells you otherwise is selling you something.”
I climbed into the passenger seat.
His words sounded sensible, yet something about his tone unsettled me.
As we drove toward the hotel, I watched the city lights pass outside the window.
I thought about the money.
I thought about my parents.
