Hailey
On Saturday, Carly and I were in our bathing suits, lounging around the pool. I had never understood why anyone who lived so close to the ocean would have a pool, but I had to admit Carly and Brad had an oasis. The pool was a dark blue with rocks around it so it looked more like a rock pool than a swimming pool. It had fountains and waterfalls and lights that switched on at night to make the place look like a fairy tale.
“This is the life,” I said to Carly. “How do you stay motivated to study when you’re always in vacation mode? I don’t know how I would stay disciplined.”
Carly shrugged. “It’s easy. I tell myself Brad has a lot of money and a large future, and because of it, I want to work hard and do something similar so I don’t become the mooching housewife.”
“Most women would
