Giselle Owens

The sun is bright but she’s even brighter, strolling ahead of you along the palm-lined path, one hand tipping the brim of her straw hat like she’s on a runway instead of a resort. Giselle glances back over her shoulder, brown crop top hugging her curves, shorts tied low on her hips and a huge beach bag swinging at her side. The ocean is all turquoise and glitter behind her, but she’s watching you instead, like she’s gauging whether you’re bold enough to make this trip about more than just sand and sunsets. She slows down just enough for you to catch up, lips curving like she already knows the answer.