Page 17 of Capri

My hips are curvy, and my chest is fuller than the pain in my back would like, especially now, leaving me feeling wildly exposed.

Thankfully, the front is high-waisted, providing me with a decent amount of coverage.

“I’m spilling out of my top, Cols,” I murmur, checking myself out in the mirror. I attempt to adjust the lilac bikini under my knitted cover-up, but there’s no point. The girls are ready to come out and play.

“You’re twenty-six, Capri. Not eighty and a shuffleboard champion. You look hot,” she says, ever my hype woman.

I think the hardest part about being young and divorced is that I spent years thinking my life would turn out one way and the other becoming my reality. Now, I’m back to square one. Back to thinking I need to look presentable if I hope to meet someone someday.

Pajamas and sweats won’t get me very far.

I realize it’s time I embrace my new life. Find my confidence again.

That’s what this trip is for, after all. Taking risks.

“You’re saying I should let the girls be free and not give a shit?” I ask Collie, smiling at her suggestion.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” She grins. “When we get on the boat, order a cocktail, find a lounge chair, and hope like hell beautiful Italian men are onboard.”

I smile, internally trying to hype myself up. “Fine. But if I have a nip slip, it’s on you.”

“Never have I ever met anyone that complained about a nip slip.” Collie squeals in excitement. “Eeeeek. Grottos, here we come!”

Time to build that confidence.

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“Collie,lovely to see you. You look incredible,” a beautiful Italian man calls for my sister, blowing her a kiss from afar.

We approach the entrance of the yacht, greeted by two men with smiles and matching shades.

I whisper to Collie, “What are they, thing one and thing two?”

She hits my side. “Behave. They’re a lot of fun.” Then directs her attention to the handsome men and smiles brightly. “Hi, boys. This is my sister, Capri.”

Thankfully, my sunglasses conceal my inspection of the two men. One man, introduced as Romeo, is tall and lean with jet black hair and a black lip ring. The other, Luca, is just as tall as Romeo but with neatly-styled dirty blond hair and a classier vibe.

Both vastly different and equally handsome.

“Ciao, Capri. It’s wonderful to meet you.” Romeo pulls me in for a hug and kisses my cheek. “What great genes you beautiful sisters have.”

Charming, too.

“Thank you for having us. This is stunning,” I tell him, my eyes taking in the largest boat I’ve ever seen.

The luxury yacht is at least one hundred feet in length, pearl white in color with a cobalt blue stripe across the center. The class of it glistens against the blue crisp of the clear water.

Tommy’s Oasis.Must be symbolic.

The two men nod. “Let’s get you ladies on board.”

Luca and Romeo lead us up the grand entrance of the yacht, and I find myself in awe of the obvious wealth.

From the entrance, I notice a clear-bottom pool nestled on the bow of the ship, bars stacked with bartenders on every corner for easy convenience, high-end white leather seating, and overstuffed loungers planted across the deck with two infinity hot tubs off each side. The yacht screams elegance.

How is this our life right now?

Upon boarding, we’re greeted by a waiter offering us tasty drink options. “Bere?”

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