A large carrier cruise ship drifted on calm waves off the rocky shores of Santorini, its many hundreds of passengers mingling on the upper deck in the hot sun. Two young American women lie tanning on a couple of beach towels, a pile of fashion magazines on the floor between them.
“I think you should take the next job, Cordi,” said the one with dark curls and bronze skin. She looked up at her friend from behind large sunglasses, “I mean, when are you gonna get another chance to do Vogue?”
“Yeah, maybe…” Cordi sighed dreamily, tucking her straight, ash-blonde hair behind one ear. She wrinkled her small freckly nose and let her head fall to the side, gazing out at the volcanic scenery of the Mediterranean, its peacefulness emptying her mind.