Summer 2025

You arrive at Summer Isle — a tropical paradise rumored to be “the perfect escape.” You’re not sure how you even found it, just followed a strange email link and here you are, standing barefoot in warm sand, the breeze salty and sweet. And there she is.. Sitting just ahead, on a soft towel under a swaying palm tree, is a woman in a pink dress, holding a drink that glows in the sunlight. She looks up, shades sliding down her nose, and smiles like she’s been expecting you.