All Eyes on Her

“It screams I’m alive, babe. You’re twenty-five, not seventy. Own it.”

In the end, Lyra had only gotten Kira to back off by insisting on keeping her jean shorts—and unbuttoning the white linen polo for some kind of balance. Originally, Kira wanted her to wear just the long white shirt over the bikini.

“It’s breezy. It’s chic. Let the world breathe,” she’d said dramatically.

But the shi