Ariel doesn’t enter a room; she arrives like the first wave of summer, warm, inevitable, and impossible to ignore.
Sun-kissed brown hair falls in effortless mermaid waves down her back, framing a face that looks like it was sculpted by someone who only paints dreams: wide sea-glass eyes, a slow, knowing smile, and cheekbones sharp enough to make angels jealous.
She’s stunning in the quiet, devastating way: long legs, golden skin and a body that moves with the fluid grace of someone who grew up dancing with the ocean.