The girl in the red crinoline looked down at the sleeping young man, her heart racing as the sea breeze tousled her hair. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the beach. She felt a strange mix of curiosity and protectiveness towards the young man, as if he were a secret treasure hidden in plain sight.
Just then, the girl in the black crinoline, ever the mischief-maker, sidled up beside her. With a