What ownership actually feels like, hour by hour.
Step from the primary suite to your private lift. The bay is glass; the reds are running.
The island moves at golf-cart speed. Everyone waves. You'll learn their names by week two.
Outdoor kitchen lit, music low, the diving platform in constant use. This is the room that sells the house.
West-facing terrace, a glass of something cold, and a sunset you'll photograph every single night.
