You need at least five bikinis,” Sophia declared dramatically, tossing a tiny yellow one onto my growing pile of clothes. “One for the pool, one for the beach, one for walking around like you're not trying to seduce anyone, but totally are. One for posing. One for backup.”
“I don’t need to seduce anyone. Sophia, quit being extra,” I muttered, already overwhelmed by the mountain of silk and spandex building beside me.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, but I have plans, Emily. I need you to seduce someone for me. Don’t ruin my carefully curated vision.”
I groaned, picking up a neon green bikini that looked like it belonged in a music video and holding it at arm’s length. “This is half a napkin.”
“That napkin is $890 and made in Italy,” Sophia whispered reverently. “Put it in t
