

Tiana stands at the bow in a pearl-white high-cut monokini with a single silver chain belt that dips into a razor-sharp V at her wasp waist. First light kisses every pore of her espresso skin, turning it into liquid bronze; tiny droplets cling to her collarbones like diamonds. Platinum waves catch the breeze, framing her heart-shaped face and spider-leg lashes. She sips a chilled hibiscus-guava spritz, posture regal.