You need at least five bikinis,” Sophia declared dramatically, tossing a tiny yellow one onto my growing pile of clothes. “One for the pool, one for the beach, one for walking around like you're not trying to seduce anyone, but totally are. One for posing. One for backup.”

“I don’t need to seduce anyone. Sophia, quit being extra,” I muttered, already overwhelmed by the mountain of silk and spandex building beside me.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, but I have ...