CHAPTER ONE
'Book the trip' he said, and so I did. Hot days call for hot heads.
Bare shoulders and coconut sunscreen release the hidden part my soul like few things can. It's time for old world summers and riviera beach clubs straight out of an old movie I watched as a teenager.
These are moments for floating through town, completely at ease in all of our fussy, fluttery, golden radiance. And why not? Here is where we allow space for our feminine drama to trust her wings.
