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</div><b>Name:</b>Daphne Torres<br/><b>Age:</b>Twenty-One (21)<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Windsor, England<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Saturday 3rd July, 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>First Coupling<br/><b>Wearing:</b>White cropped top with thin straps, white side mesh over white bikini bottoms (<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimg.ltwebstatic.com%2Fimages3_pi%2F2020%2F06%2F08%2F15915828551d5e844078ed939ece9cf3a7b51644ce_thumbnail_600x.webp&amp;hash=89f6d452ae48056a4b3a2b0539fe0860" href="https://img.ltwebstatic.com/images3_pi/2020/06/08/15915828551d5e844078ed939ece9cf3a7b51644ce_thumbnail_600x.webp" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">example</a>)<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Danny Delgado<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Mellifluous<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: justify">Stepping forward for Hans had been a gamble, but Daphne was nothing if not true to her word — even if that word was to herself. She had reinforced the notion <i>not </i>to get immediately attached, to remember that everyone here was in it for themselves — not necessarily in a malicious sense, but nobody wanted to start the summer on a low. So, she had stepped forward for Hans, along with many of the other girls and watched as he went through the motion of making his decision.<br/>
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It felt awkward removing her arm from around Danny’s waist and she didn’t look at him after she did so, selfishly not wanting to deal with the consequences of following through with her initial plan of not chickening out of stepping forward — it came down to the order, if Hans had picked her one turn before, she would have stepped forward for Danny this round.<br/>
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After he had chosen, Daphne applauded along with those that also did so, gave the obligatory ‘oh well,’ rise of her shoulders and took a step back beside Danny. There was a lump in her throat, not because she hadn’t been picked, but because the couple she was now in couldn’t have started any worse — stepping forward when you had been picked was part of the game, but it was also an insult, and <i>that </i>feeling of guilt was warring with her own sense of achievement that she had stuck to her guns and carried out her original plan: step forward for those she could see herself sharing an awkward first night in bed with, no matter what.<br/>
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Applying for Love Island, and choosing to go ahead with your acceptance took guts, and Daphne liked to think that the results, steals and emotional entanglements of stepping forward or not during the first coupling weren’t going to start the summer off on the wrong foot. The first hurdle had almost been crossed, and then they could breathe, finish pairing off and settle into some kind of rhythm.<br/>
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<b>“If it’s any consolation, <i>millions</i> of people are going to see me step forward and not get picked,”</b> she turned to Danny and gave him a playful smile, one that was morphing into a grin at the edge of her lips, <b>“¿Empezamos de nuevo?”</b> It was odd, speaking in Spanish in a social setting, it was usually relegated to the occasional visit with her grandmother and even then, her father’s mother always commented on how ‘British’ she still sounded when speaking the language. Her eyes glanced over Danny’s face, looking for any hint of impartiality before she returned her arm to his waist and gave him a light squeeze. God, she hoped he spoke Spanish.​</div>