Prompt: Write about a summer memory. The last letter of every sentence is the first letter of the next sentence.

​The summer of ’08 was a summer of scandal. Like the summer before, there were the usual characters. Sophia, with her permed out hair and crusty white dog Sebastian whose brown streaks around his eyes and chin had always been off-putting but were growing more-so with every passing summer. Richard, who had a tendency to watch himself in every mirror he passed, combing in fingers through his hair and pouting as though someone might sneak up behind him and capture his vogue pose on camera. And then there was Angelica. As an heiress and the owner of the house we all stayed in, she commanded the room with an arrogance that was at once infuriating and impressive. Even in the most mundane moment, she somehow found a way to draw attention to herself. For years, she had ruled the Hamptons house, her reign of terror known across the beach.
 
However, that changed in ’08.  Those who have heard the story may have heard one of several versions floating about, but I know the truth. Half of you won’t believe it, but that won’t stop me from telling the tale.