WREN’S POV
The sun was already blazing when I stood in front of my mirror contemplating what to wear. Beach party or not, I wasn’t about to show up looking anything less than stunning AND not when I knew Ronan would be there, watching even if he pretended not to care.
I picked out a bikini that complimented my auburn hair perfectly. It is a deep emerald green with delicate gold accents that shimmered faintly in the light. The color made my hair look like it was aflame, glowig like the embers of a dying fire. Over it, i slipped on a sheer white sarong that tied at my waist, teasing just enough to be alluring without overdoing it.
I debated putting on makeup but eventually, I decided against it. The natural flush of my cheeks, the freckles dusting my nose and the bright gleam in my ey
