~Danica
The sun was hitting the balcony just right. It looked like a scene from a movie. The breeze coming off the water was cool and salty, and the spread in front of us was ridiculous for the number of people.
"Where’s Jess?" I asked, leaning back in my chair and squinting against the glare of the pool.
Becca didn't even look up from her iced latte. She just shrugged, her designer sunglasses reflecting the ocean view. "She had quite a lot to drink last night, even for her. She’s probably still passed out with her silk sleep mask on."
"She’s usually the first one up for breakfast," I muttered, looking toward the glass doors of the villa.
Just as the words left my mouth, Tracy appeared. She looked... different. She was wearing a dress that was definitely too big for her—one of Jess
