Chapter 154

Cecilia's pov I was halfway through my seared salmon when Yvonne blindsided me with that question. "So, did you look through the photos I sent you? Which vibe are you leaning toward?" she asked, swirling her wine like we were discussing handbags and not, well… battery-operated accessories. I nearly choked on my sparkling water. "You mean those photos?" I coughed, grabbing my napkin. Yvonne, of course, just grinned, totally unfazed. "Obviously. I figured you'd appreciate a little visual prep before we go shopping." "Shopping," I echoed, flatly. "For... toys." She raised a perfectly plucked brow. "You've been married, Cecilia. Don't tell me you've never owned one." "I didn't say that," I muttered, stabbing a cherry tomato a little too aggressively. "I just don't usually discuss them over dinner in public." Yvonne laughed, tossing her hair over one shoulder. "God, you crack me up. You act like I asked you to give a TED Talk on vibrators." I sighed. "I'm not a prude. I just prefer to keep