Fiona emerged in a striking russet-brown bra-and-pant swimsuit, the warm earthy tone accentuating her poise as she moved with quiet elegance toward the poolside. Beside her, Hazel contrasted her completely, clad in a sleek, cool-toned blue one-piece that clung effortlessly to her frame, giving her an aura of calm, composed confidence.
They both settled onto the vacant loungers.
"Please, over here—two plates," Hazel said, lifting a hand gracefully.
One of the staff members hurried forward, bowing slightly.
"Ma'am, please, what would you like?"
Hazel glanced at the menu without much hesitation.
"Some shrimp, corn, and grilled fish."
She then turned toward Fiona, her brows lifting slightly. "What about you, Fiona?"
Fiona considered for a moment.
"Just crab with steamed broccoli and carrots."
"Right away, ma'am," the staff member replied respectfully before retreating into the soft-lit atmosphere of the poolside dinner.
