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</div><b>Name:</b>Grace Lynn Carter<br/><b>Age:</b>28<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Brighton, England<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Monday, 5th of July | Morning<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Diary room<br/><b>Wearing:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F89%2F0d%2F8a%2F890d8aba388d4a5d06827808e547578a.jpg&amp;hash=d7739e07e264331a482c14153ba758c8" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/89/0d/8a/890d8aba388d4a5d06827808e547578a.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">This outfit</a><br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Marcus<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Dom (<a class="username" data-user-id="9157" data-username="Sarita" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9157/">Sarita</a>) | Matt (<a class="username" data-user-id="6688" data-username="Swashbuckler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6688/">Swashbuckler</a>)<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Why this girl thought it was okay to get close to Grace whilst in the middle of this argument was utterly unfathomable to her. The fact that Grace moved away should have been a no brainer. The tension was so thick in the room that it was suffocating, and being closer to Dom would only make that worse.<br/><br/>Somehow, her breathing had evened on its own. Perhaps the argument was helping her to focus less on the in and out mantra, and more on the issues at hand. But there was also something incredibly unsettling about it all. Dom had the faintest ghost of a smile on her face while Grace asked her direct questions and turned the tables on her.<br/><br/>Matt peeked his head in and asked if everything was all right, but Grace couldn’t find the answer.<i>‘No! I’m being harassed by this girl. Can’t you see that?’</i>She wanted to say. But her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth. Matt left for the kitchen, forcing Grace to deal with this all on her own.<br/><br/>But Dom wasn’t interested in answering any of Grace’s questions. Instead, she spoke about business. Her relationship was her business. Her relationship with Hans, and her relationship with Matt. Grace laughed out loud. “What relationship? You mean the one you’ve fabricated in your mind?”<br/><br/>Dom started talking about the double standard regarding men getting to know women, but women not being able to get to know men. Grace rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You’ve got that wrong. Anyone - guy or girl - who cheats, or leads somebody on, would be in the wrong. And we both know what you’re really doing with Matt.”<br/><br/>A misplaced compliment about Grace’s passion spilled out of Dom’s mouth, but it meant nothing in the context of the conversation. She informed Grace, as if Grace didn’t know, that Matt was capable of making his own choices. “You’re right - and he<i>chose</i>to tell<i>you</i>to back off, so that he could pursue<i>me</i>. Or did you need that translated into Russian?”<br/><br/>Grace rolled her eyes as Dom continued to try and spin the narrative around to make it seem like all she was doing was trying to make a new friend. “You’re unbelievable.” Grace said quietly. Just as Grace’s temper started to flare, Dom expressed her patience growing thin, claiming she came in the diary room to make amends.<br/><br/>“You sure have a shit way of trying to apologize.” Grace’s voice finally raised. “And you wanna know why? It’s because you don’t mean it.” Her head was shaking as she continued to speak, now pointing at Dom accusatorily. “You came in here to get in my way. I was here to talk to the camera, and you got in my way. Just like with Matt, you’re still. In. My. Way.”<br/><br/>Apparently, Dom thought this was a game. She said as much herself. Grace’s hand dropped and her voice lowered. “The name of the game, is it? I think I see what you’re playing at now. You’re clearly here for the game. You don’t give a shit about love, or about any of us here for love. So, that’s why you’re really here.”<br/><br/>Grace smiled a hollow smile. “You think you can fool the public. But you are not fooling me. And I hope that you do win and that the truth comes out and exposes you for what you really are and you’re cancelled off the internet and television forever.” Grace reached up with her hand, as if she were about to pat Dom’s cheek, but hovered a foot away.<br/><br/>“It’s what you deserve, dearest.” Grace lowered her hand and stepped backward, through the door, intent on stalking away.