STELLA
The morning sun kissed my skin as I lounged on the deck, savouring the warmth that seeped into every pore. A slight breeze carried the scent of saltwater, and I took a sip of my icy mojito, letting the tangy lime and mint dance on my tongue. The day was perfect—bright, bold, and unapologetic. Just like me.
I had chosen my outfit with that exact thought in mind. My red bikini clung to me like a second skin, its plunging neckline, and high-cut bottoms leaving just enough to the imagination while ensuring I turned heads. Over it, I wore a sheer white cover-up that did little to hide the bold statement beneath. I’d heard whispers as I walked out earlier, a mix of admiration and disapproval, and I revelled in both.
Settling into my lounge chair, I adjusted my oversized sunglasses and
