Vacation Island

{Music Recommendation: Spring Day ~ BTS}

"A vacation, yes!"

Rosita pulled away her sunglasses, a tiny pearl purse clutched under her arm. Her hair was blown freely not just by the island breeze but by the blades of the helicopter behind her.

"I waited for this for so long," Rosita jumped down with the help of one of the guards.

"Thank you, Manny," Rosita squeezed the guard's arm, flashing him a wink.

Lucas, who was just a step behind her, rolled his eyes. "Give the poor man a break," he shoved his sister to the side.

Rosita scrunched her nose in disgust. "Get the hell out of my business," she said, moving the slit of her long sundress to reveal her thighs.

"Rome, what about Zy..." Rosita asked after they had walked a distance from the noisy helicopter engine.

"They invited us, and we are here before them... it's as if we are jobless. Haha, Rome?"