Glossed lips. Bronzed skin. A body that moves like heat.
CHERRY FIESTA is effortless temptation. Equal parts It-girl chaos and old-money glow. She’s fresh from the ocean, hair still wet, throwing glances over her shoulder like it’s nothing. But it’s everything.
She tastes like cherry and danger. Sweet at first. Unhinged by sunset. She’s not trying to be seen. She just is.
She’s the reason you cancel your plans and your relationship. And she will never text you back.
