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</div><br/><br/><b>Name: </b>Lydia Wales<br/><b>Age: </b>21<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>Friday, August 6th | Evening<br/><b>Location: </b>Villa<br/><b>Wearing: </b><br/>A simple, spaghetti strap, lace, white dress that ends around her knees. She is also wearing a pair of pearl earrings, a pair of white flip flops, and a simple, metal chain necklace with a totem-like, elegantly carved wolf pendant is hanging from her neck and is hidden beneath her dress.<br/><b>Tagging:</b><br/>Felix Reynolds |<a class="username" data-user-id="9607" data-username="cressray" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9607/">cressray</a><br/>Anyone~!<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Lydia hadn’t been to someplace so grand and amazing in her entire life. Even as she stepped off of the airplane and through the front door, as soon as she set foot inside, her mouth dropped open into a wide smile, excitement written all over her face as she turned to and fro. Her hands clasped each other above her chest as she spun on her heel, a skip to her step as she took in the sights of the inside of the building. It was like a dream! If it hadn’t been for her friend, Rowan, she wouldn’t have been able to even bat an eyelash at someplace like the Villa. She wouldn’t have been on the show in the first place. Rowan had convinced her to go simply because it was out of the young woman’s regular routine, which the other woman had become annoyed with. She was practically forcing her out of her comfort zone…but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. So long as she had fun and made new friends, the show’s goal of finding her supposed soulmate wouldn’t really matter.<br/><br/>She stood in line with the rest of the women and would glance over at the other contestants beside and across from her from occasion, the small smile never left her face. Lydia still found herself wondering what it would be like if she did happen to find her perfect partner and that’s when some self conscious thoughts began to run rampant in her mind.<br/><br/>What if she didn’t pick a good outfit?<br/><br/>She hadn’t put too much makeup on simply because she was told she would be staying at a place that was close to the beach. What if she didn’t look pretty enough-?<br/><br/>She was wearing white flip flops with a comfortable dress, too!<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves and racing thoughts, the brunette reminded herself that it shouldn’t matter what others think of her and that she looked fine just the way she was. If someone didn’t like the way she looked, then that wasn’t going to be her problem.<br/><br/>After the host’s speech was finished with, she immediately began to turn her head and upper body in different directions, looking  around the backyard, not wanting to leave anything left unturned. Lydia was also very interested in seeing what the rest of the Villa looked like and she wanted to see the beach as well. The thought of feeling the sand beneath her toes and the water splashing against her feet reared her excitement in all over again. Was she even allowed to do look around or go for a walk on the beach..? Maybe it would be alright if—<br/><br/>Lydia was about to head for the entrance of the building when she was suddenly approached by a very handsome man wearing sunglasses. Hearing his voice sent splendid shivers down her spine and her shoulders lifted a little as she blinked up at him in surprise. She pointed a finger up at herself, squeaking out a stuttered, “Me-?” She blinked and shrugged her shoulders as she averted her gaze, mumbling a shy, “Well, uhm, thank you…”<br/><br/>Her breath hitched and a dark pink spread throughout her cheeks when she felt her face being lifted by the hand beneath her chin. She stared up at him with lifted eyebrows and baited breath, a little dumbfounded as to why he’d be doing something so intimate with someone he had only just met. An embarrassed smile formed and she tilted her head to the side, her brown orbs glanced between his shades and his wrist. A soft, nervous chuckle came from her as Lydia took his hand in both of hers, slowly moving it away from her chin so she could shake it with one hand, the embarrassed smile turn bright once more. “My name is Lydia Wales. It’s nice to meet you, Felix! Also, you are very tall-!” She added with some laughter, “Maybe it’s because I’m so short.”<br/><br/>At the mention of a walk, the excitement returned and sparkled within her eyes. She held his hand with both of his as a quick gasp came from her, leaning towards him, and bouncing on her toes as she exclaimed, “That’s exactly what I was about to do!!” Releasing his hand, she shrugged again and pressed her lips against four of her digits, looking to the ground. “I wasn’t sure if going for a walk on the beach was allowed or not… So I was going to explore the Villa first since I’ve never been anywhere like it before. I also don’t drink, so I would probably hold most of the conversations. I tend to talk quite a bit…”<br/><br/>Her gaze lifted to meet his gaze again and she tilted her head to the side, asking, “Anyway, you ever been to someplace like the Villa, Felix?” She peeked past his shoulder to look at the building once more before returning to her previous position, “Where did you want to walk? I could walk just about anywhere! I love seeing new things and places!”