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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>Wednesday, 7 July | Morning<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa bedroom<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Same as pic<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Matt<br/><b>Tagging: </b>Matt (<a class="username" data-user-id="6688" data-username="Swashbuckler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6688/">Swashbuckler</a>) | All in kitchen<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--1"/>Grace yawned and stretched when the lights came on, a soft noise of contentment leaving her as her stretch reached the deepest level that it could. She turned to look up at Matt, who had just said good morning to her and called her gorgeous. “Good morning, handsome.” She smiled broadly.<br/><br/>Sitting up, she checked her phone, nodding at Matt’s summary of what the text said. She clicked it off and set it back down again, then leaned over to kiss Matt gently. “Well, another day, another bit of drama, isn’t it?” She asked, rhetorically. It was true. Drama seemed to follow them no matter which day of the week it was.<br/><br/>“Then again,” she glanced over at the end of the room where Dom no longer was. “This is the most relaxed I’ve felt since we started now that Dom is gone.” She whispered, pushing herself fully up and off the bed. “I’m going to throw a bathing suit on and get ready.” Grace padded to the bathroom and took a shower, did her skincare routine, brushed her teeth, and dressed.<br/><br/>She found a pair of tinted sunglasses and put those on after she finished with a splash of makeup and styling her hair. Reemerging back into the bedroom, she smiled at Matt. “I’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast?” She asked, returning to her nightstand to grab her water bottle and phone, then she waved at him and walked off, heading into the backyard.<br/><br/>Once she reached the kitchen, she noticed the new people and a few tables set up for their breakfast dates. For those still in the kitchen, she smiled and waved at them. “Hello,” she said, in a friendly tone, before setting her phone down and loosening the cap to her water bottle before refilling it at the fridge.<br/><br/>She glanced at the breakfast foods that were set up around the kitchen and soon started making herself a plate.