Murray wasn''t born yesterday. When the drama with Roseanne went down, he figured it could happen. So, he demanded to see the footage without dy. Atst, they chalked it up to coincidence. The shark, the oxygen tank, and all were just a coincidence.


    Corley frowned. "Listen to me..."


    Murray brushed off his hand, his voice icy, "I''m warning you to keep your distance from Roseanne, or you won''t like whates next!"


    Watching him walk away, Corley raised an eyebrow. Murray didn''t mention Millie. Was it an oversight, or was he deliberately keeping her out of it?


    Millie stood there, uneasy. Seeing Murray approach with a stern face, she quickly shed a smile and looped her arm through his, "Babe, I''ve been waiting for you. Let''s go and grab some breakfast. I''m starving..." By the end, her voice trailed off, her cheeks puffing out in pout and yfulness.


    Murray merely grunted, not bothering to pull his arm away. He looked around and realized Roseanne had left. He shoved his hands in his pockets, irritated. Corley, that schemer, always had an agenda. Roseanne had been on the ind for a few days, finding stunning scenery and an incredibly open vibe. Tourists from all over the globe gathered there. They had different skin colors and spoke differentnguages, but none hindered interactions.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Just this morning,ing out of the diner, she bumped into a stunning ck beauty. Fiery dreadlocks paired with a neon green bikini, she was bold and wild. Feeling Roseanne''s gaze, she yfully blew a kiss her way.


    Roseanne felt hit by her own hotness, her face went red and she almost choked on her own spit.


    Leda looked over, asking, "Are you okay? Caught a cold?"


    Roseanne smiled awkwardly. "No, just... curious. Why are so many people in bikinis today?"


    Surrounded by sea, the ind saw its share of men and women in bikinis and shorts, but today seemed exceptional, with groups of them everywhere you looked.


    "You seriously don''t know?" Leda eximed.


    Roseanne was clueless. "Know what?"


    "Seriously, you came to Maldor Beach without doing research, huh? Today''s the ind''s famous Bikini Day."


    "On this day,dies wearing bikinis to hit the beach, while the men carry a rose. You can surf, drink, dance, and socialize to your heart''s content. As the sun sets, everyone returns to the beach and the men gift their roses to the sexiestdy they find. Thedy who collects the most roses bes the princess of the night, receiving a mysterious gift from the hotel."


    "So..." she winked at Roseanne mysteriously. "I''ve got everything prepared to ensure you steal the show!" Roseanne was baffled, "What?"


    Five minutester, Leda urged, "Are you done changing?"


    A head peeked from behind the door, hesitating, "I feel like... this is a bit too much."


    Leda raised an eyebrow, pulled


    Roseanne out of the room, and


    pushed her to a mirror. "Oh myal


    Look at yourself. How is this too much? You look stunning, okay?"


    Leda admired her work, nodding in satisfaction. "Tsk, I''ve got such good taste. Look at this waist, these legs, this cleavage..."


    "Hey!" Roseanne quickly cut her off. "That''s enough!"


    Just those words had her cheeks burning up. Taking a deep breath, Roseanne turned to the mirror.


    The red bikini was the boldest


    choice, a daring two-piece that left


    little the imagination, her


    g against the fabrie


    glowing against the fabric