CHAPTER THIRTY THREE – HULA DANCING

The next morning, Charlotte woke up feeling determined to shake off the previous night's events. She refused to let one bad experience ruin her entire trip. As she scanned the resort's activity brochure, a beginner's surfing lesson caught her eye. Charlotte had always been intrigued by surfing but had never had the courage to try it. Now, with nothing to lose, she decided to take the plunge. At the resort's surf shack, Charlotte awkwardly struggled into a wetsuit, much to the amusement of onlookers. The neoprene fabric clung to her curves, and she felt self-conscious as she waddled towards the beach, surfboard in tow. Her instructor, a tanned, muscular man named Ben, greeted her with a friendly smile. "Ready to catch some waves?" he asked, his eyes twinkling. Charlotte nodded, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. "As ready as I'll ever be," she replied, mustering a brave smile. Ben led her through some basic techniques on the sand, demonstrating how to paddle and pop