Hayley Marie Coppin has just touched down in Portugal, and from the moment she steps out of her sun-warmed car, bags in hand and oversized shades perched perfectly on her nose, it is clear this holiday is going to be anything but ordinary. In her impossibly short white paisley mini dress and strappy black heels, she wheels her luggage through the wrought-iron gate of her sun-drenched villa, terracotta tiles warm beneath her feet and golden light draping over every curve. She lingers at the doorstep, leafing through a travel guide with a smile that says she already knows exactly what kind of afternoon she has planned.
Once inside the villa courtyard, with the warm Portuguese sun beating down and not a soul around to interrupt her, Hayley decides it is time to choose a bikini and the only way to do that is to start from scratch. She settles onto the terracotta steps, dress sliding up her tanned thighs as she unzips her luggage, and what follows is a slow, sun-soaked reveal. The paisley dress slips away first, then the delicate white lace underneath, until she is gloriously, unabashedly bare against the warm yellow walls of her villa. With that bright smile and long blonde hair falling loose around her shoulders, she makes it perfectly clear that Portugal suits her very well indeed.