Kayla POV

I was sprawled on the sun lounger, wearing black shades over my eyes. Unlike the sun-worshipping white people, relaxing with full exposure to the sun, completely unbothered. I luxuriated beneath the wide cover of my own umbrella, positioned beside me, cocooned in its cool shade, shielded from the scorch.

“Miss Johnson.”

I tilted my head, peering over the rims of my sunglasses. A server stood before me, impeccably dressed in his crisp white uniform, ...