“Okay, babe, be honest.” Zara leans close to me.
Her lips pout at the white canopy beside us.
A toned man is there, smooching a red-haired lady.
“That one right there, would you let him ruin your life for just one night?”
I squint, pretending I don’t understand. “Ruin my life? How?”
“Oh my f*****g God.” Zara throws her head back like she can’t deal with me anymore.
She gulps her champagne, then swings her hand a little too wide.
Her palm mistakenly smacks my fresh coconut.
The juice splashes all over me, soaking through my floral sarong and dripping down my thigh.
“Zara, what the f**k!” I jump in my chair, staring at the wet patch that's already exposed my thighs a little too much.
She gasps and laughs at the same time. “s**t, sorry, sorry! My bad.”
She doesn’t even sound sorry
