louisa and her husband michael always vacationed on the small island every summer. he had an attachment, plus the rich community were his colleagues and childhood friends. she was the new comer, the wife who married in. it was their third summer doing this as a married couple, and though they kept up the facade of the perfect marriage - louisa was positive michael was fucking someone else.
seated at the local bar, damp salt-tinged hair drying as she nurses a chardonnay, her white cover up still sheer enough to show off her perfect physique. she knows she should head home to her husband, but she doesn't want to, she's bored of him. there another slides into the seat next to her, and she offers a warm smile. "need a break from the beach?" she teases, waving over the bartender.