Sofia

3:15 PM · Azure Cove

The moment I slipped on this Dolphin Holiday bikini, I knew it was the one. Cherry red with those cheeky little gold clasps—the kind that says “I vacation better than you” without trying. It survived my dramatic dive into the waves this morning (RIP my last Target swimsuit) and still looks like it belongs on a yacht in Saint-Tropez.

I’m stretched out on my rented cabana, letting the sun paint me gold. The Dolphin Holiday fabric is that perfect mix of barely-there and holds-everything-in—no awkward adjusting, no tan lines from hell. Just me, my Kindle (reading Eat, Pray, Love for the 4th time, don’t judge), and the distant sound of a DJ testing the speakers for tonight’s beach party.

4:30 PM · Still Glowing

A waiter just brought me a passionfruit margarita with actual fruit in it. Between sips, I’m people-watching:

A toddler building a sandcastle like it’s his PhD thesis

Two Italian women debating SPF in rapid-fire gestures

That guy from the surf shack who definitely winked at me earlier

But honestly? I’m too busy feeling like a Dolphin Holiday ad to care. The way this bikini ties at the hips? Chef’s kiss. The way the underwire doesn’t stab me? Worth every euro.

Sunset Update:

I should pack up, but the ocean’s turned pink and my hair has that perfect salt-curl thing happening. Maybe one more dip—because if this bikini can handle my backflip fails, it can handle golden hour.

Final Thought:

Some girls buy souvenirs. I buy swimsuits that make me feel like the main character.

— Sofia

P.S. Dear Dolphin Holiday: Take my money. Just release this in emerald green next season.