The sun glittered on the waves as Aurora stretched out on the deck of the yacht, her long brunette hair catching in the breeze. She was glowing in the afternoon light, tanned skin against a white bikini that made her brown eyes stand out even more. Around her, laughter and music filled the air—her small group of friends enjoying the luxury of the day. “Uh, Aurora—look.” Mia nudged her, pointing toward the sleek boat drifting alongside them. Onboard were two guys, one taller then other, both attractive. One of them, Marlon Garcia, looked like he’d just stepped off a billboard—broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and an aura that screamed confidence. Next to him was his friend, Lacey, already grinning. Mia waved them over. “Hey! Come on up!” The guys didn’t hesitate. Moments later, Marlon was stepping onto the yacht. His eyes scanned the group, but they stopped the second they landed on her. Aurora. She was even more stunning up close—sun-kissed, elegant, completely unbothered. And then, to his utter shock, she walked right past him without so much as a glance. Marlon blinked, almost offended. Girls usually fought for his attention—yet Aurora acted as though he was invisible. Lacey noticed immediately and broke into laughter. “Bro, did you see your face? She didn’t even look at you!” Marlon clenched his jaw, hiding a smirk. He wasn’t used to this. And he sure as hell wasn’t about to let it slide.