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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>Sunday, 4th of July | Evening<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Bedroom/Dressing Room/Terrace<br/><b>Wearing:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F4d%2Fa9%2F6b%2F4da96bae7bb7a4c16727c01c8e23789b.jpg&amp;hash=343b7f3cb7385c59cdabaa82781bb7a5" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4d/a9/6b/4da96bae7bb7a4c16727c01c8e23789b.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Silk, pink pajamas</a><br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Marcus<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>)<br/><b>Music:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dta40rNmAvOA&amp;hash=dbee8ab2d3ac517bca2679b71f31a415" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ta40rNmAvOA" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Our Last Night - Look What You Made Me Do (Cover)</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Grace only noticed the text that was sent to all of them after she’d finished with her own messages. “Oh, must have missed this one…” she muttered to herself. The guys were going to get the chance to leave the Villa for burgers and beer. Like, a pub? She thought to herself, her brows furrowing.<br/><br/>Matt appeared soon enough, stepping close to her to give her the cuddle she needed. “Thank you, but this cuddle would be much better in bed, I think.” She whispered, offering him a smile before gesturing down to the seats. She lowered herself down, collecting a pillow and sitting with it on her lap while her long legs stretched out to one side.<br/><br/>She chuckled at his joke. “Ugh, if only. I suppose this is something to get used to on re-coupling nights, don’t you reckon?” Her brow perked as she thought about that, already feeling pressure forming inside her head and threatening to give her a migraine. Grace nodded when Matt reiterated her text.<br/><br/>“I basically explained how what she did made me feel. She tried to play the victim card with me. Basically made it sound like your name just popped right out her mouth and she had no control over it or any idea it was happening!” Grace exclaimed, shaking her head all the while.<br/><br/>“But she also heard me talking about you this morning with the other girls. They all knew I wanted to couple up with you. And she didn’t take any responsibility for the gameplaying thing she did where she was giving her whole speech basically to Victor and then at the last minute decided to say your name. Half thought she was kidding, at first.” Grace laughed softly.<br/><br/>“She did say that she was sorry but I let her know that we can’t be friends because I can’t trust her.” Grace laid it out just like she had with Arisa. “I know it’s bloody brutal to say, but I learned a while back that I need to speak my mind and can’t assume anyone else knows what’s on it if I don’t.” She shrugged, as if to say that was just the way it was.<br/><br/>She sighed, but then remembered a bit of what he had said. “So you texted her, then? What’d you say?” Grace tilted her head, curious, though a little hint of something else seemed to bubble up to the surface. “This isn’t Dom all over again, is it?” She asked, dramatically feigning like she was about to faint. “I’m not sure how much more my little heart can handle.”<br/><br/>Grace shook her head at the thought of dwelling too long. “Let’s not linger on this topic for long, I’ve got loads of other things to talk to you about.” She leaned into him. “I know, I’ve been talking so much already, but… I just wanted to know a few things. Like, what’s your body count?” Her gaze shyly fell away. “And what are your absolute deal breakers in a relationship?” She bit on her lower lip and awaited his answers.