CARA's POV
Jenny was sprawled across my bed like she lived there, one leg bent, the other dangling off the edge, popping grapes into her mouth like we weren’t packing for a tropical lie.
“You’re not bringing that,” she said around a mouthful, pointing at the frayed blue tank top I’d just folded. “Unless we’re going for ‘sad ex-girlfriend of a yacht mechanic.’”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not trying to impress anyone.”
She raised both brows. “You’re flying to Barbados. On his jet. To play his maybe-girlfriend. It’s not the time for ‘I’m just here to blend in.’”
I pulled out the tank top anyway and stuffed it deeper into my suitcase, more out of defiance than logic. “It’s not like that.”
Jenny grinned, smug. “Of course not. Just throw in a bikini or two. Maybe something sexy-but-not-slutty for dinners. Do you own linen? You’re gonna need mysterious-lady-by-the-pool vibes.”
“You’ve watched way too many telenovelas.”
“Correct. And you’re starring in one.” She sat up, grabbing another grape. “T
