Later that evening, Marina strolled into Beaches, feeling confident in the new black linen sundress that fit her perfectly. She ran a hand along the smooth fabric that skimmed her hips. Even if she didn’t have a bikini body anymore, this dress hid her imperfections and made her look like a million dollars. She could say that with confidence because Ginger had approved it, and she never lied. Except when her grandmother embellished old stories. But that was allowed under dramatic license, Ginger would claim.
Marina caught a glimpse of her profile in a mirror. Gone, too, was her sun-frazzled hair. Brandy had sprinkled golden-auburn accents throughout her natural brown hair, bestowing a second helping of confidence upon her.
She lifted her chin and touched Ginger’s silvery-gray South Sea pe
