SARAH
Mykonos day is here, and as I take one long look in the mirror, there’s only one thing on my mind:
The romper is a bad idea.
Alright, technically, it’s a genius idea.
Judging by how it hugs my ass and leaves little to the imagination, I know it’s going to cause problems.
And when you’re trying to get continuously, tirelessly, extremely, and mercilessly f****d by three hot billionaire men, that’s exactly what you need to do: cause problems.
It’s white. Strapless. The fabric clings to my curves like it was painted on, dipping low between my breasts and barely covering my thighs.
If I sneeze too hard, I’m pretty sure it’ll shift high enough to flash the whole damn runway.
I cannot wait to see the look on all their faces when I step into the car. Gosh. Operation GIVE THE HA
