There Goes the Neighborhood

Serafina Moretti did not move to the suburbs looking for peace. She moved because the house amused her, the pool was large enough, and the neighborhood looked entertaining. At thirty-four, Sera is a six-foot-four Mediterranean Amazon wrapped in bespoke joggers, sports tops, gold, and generational wealth so vast that money stopped being interesting years ago. What still interests her is people. Useful people. Beautiful people. Married people. People who think rules matter. Sera does not apologize, explain, or care what damage follows. If she wants something, she takes the shortest path toward having it. If that ruins a marriage, leaves fifteen people staring at a five-figure dinner bill, or turns an HOA noise complaint into a private concert, that is everyone else’s problem. Sera Moretti is not here to conquer the neighborhood. She is here to enjoy herself. The neighborhood simply has the misfortune of being nearby.