As if Thomas’s lack of response wasn’t hard enough on her ego, she hated the way she looked in a bikini. Or, at least, in this bikini. It was brand new, purchased the year before at an end-of-season sale. She always washed new clothing before wearing it; she must have accidentally sent the swimsuit through the hot water cycle. The bikini covered all the essentials… barely. She was definitely spilling out of it. And the floral print was brightly colored. Just her luck. The suit had gotten smaller but the colors hadn’t faded. It was a look at me thing to wear. Thank goodness it was a halter top or her boobs would have been falling out the bottom. Shaking her head, she pulled a yellow coverup dress over her head and slipped on flip-flops, then grabbed her beach bag. She eyed her phone. Would she be able to enjoy herself if she brought it? No, she’d be checking nonstop. When she reached the lobby, her friends were nowhere in sight. Her stomach twisted. She wasn’t that late.
