Arielle's POV
I woke to the sound of Soraya’s voice shouting across the room.
“Arielle! Are you awake yet? We need to pick out our beach outfits!”
I groaned, turning over, wishing I could sink back into the soft, warm mattress. The hotel room was amazing, and after last night’s dinner—fresh seafood, tropical fruits, and desserts I couldn’t even name—I’d slept like a log. But apparently, Soraya had decided that early mornings were perfect for her mission of beach preparation.
I squinted at the sunlight streaming through the curtains and saw Soraya bouncing on her feet, already half-dressed in a bright, tropical outfit.
“Seriously, Raya? It’s barely morning,” I muttered, dragging myself out of bed.
“Exactly why we have to start now!” she said, throwing open the suitcase she’d already
