On an island, the ocean waved beat against the rocks, the air filled with a salty breeze. Lilly's bare feet moved unhurriedly across the sand, the wind playfully tugging at the ropes of her bikini.
Black sunglasses covered her eyes, as she breathed in the salty air, feeling peaceful and relaxed, though she knew it wouldn't last. She had to go back to work soon.
Even though she was the boss, she still had to do her share. Being a jewelry designer requires both inspiration and a well-rested mind.
As she walked back to the house, she noticed her husband sneaking in some alcohol but pretended not to see. She decided to let him enjoy it now because, once they left the island, she would confiscate his entire stash.
"Wife!" Grey called out, sounding guilty, praying the smell of alcohol wouldn't reach her or he would be sentenced to the sofa and deprived of any drinks for a week.
