When the island comes into view, time slows. It rises from the horizon like a dream—lush, private, untouched. The Pacific shimmers endlessly, kissed by gold sunlight and rimmed by swaying palms. Hauata Cay. Tucked away in French Polynesia like a secret the world forgot. The boat rocks gently beneath us. Champagne glasses clink behind me, as laughter carries on the breeze. Eden and Ivy are halfway through their second bott...