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<span style="font-size: 12px"><b>Name:</b> Lydia<br/>
<b>Age:</b> 21<br/>
<b>Date/Time:</b> Saturday, July 31 | 14:15 PM | 2:15 PM<br/>
<b>Location:</b> <br/>
Villa<br/>
<b>Wearing:</b> <br/>
A pale, baby blue, short sleeved, lacy shirt with frills at the end of each sleeve, as well as the bottom of the shirt. Blue Jean shorts that end right above the middle of her thighs, which is held in place by a brown, leather belt. She is also wearing a pair of brown, leather sandals that have been used for many years and a simple pair of pearl earrings. <br/>
<b>Tagging:</b> <br/>
Everyone. <a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">MonsterMistress</a> </span><br/>​</div><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: right">​</div><br/><br/>Lydia was practically bouncing on her toes when she arrived in the Villa. The mixture of excitement and nervousness was coursing through her being, making her heart beat erratically within her chest while she moved to what she presumed was her spot in the line of beautiful women. Even though she had never seen the show, her friend had explained to her what happened during the episodes. In fact, Rowan was the entire reason why she'd been thrown into the show in the first place. Lydia never thought she would've been picked- out of all of the contestants, too! Her friend decided it was time for the younger of the two to try getting in a new relationship… However, she didn't think it would happen the way it was.<br/><br/>The grin was plastered on her face and her brown orbs were sparkling with the feelings she felt. Looking over at the other women in line, her lips pressed together in a slightly faltered smile when she noticed they all had long hair and were dressed rather nicely. Glancing down at her own appearance, she mentally slapped herself thinking she might have under-dressed for the occasion. Lydia was wearing an outfit fit more for a casual date at the beach and that was the basic set of attire she'd brought with her besides the swimsuits and a few, nicer dresses.<br/><br/><i>Maybe I should have worn something nicer…?</i><br/><br/>Silently inhaling through her nose and out through her lips,, she returned her gaze to her front. While her hands gently fiddled with the end of the lace of her shirt, her eyes scanned over the line of men, a little surprised with how all of them were very handsome in their own ways. To Lydia, however, looks could mean nothing compared to what a person was actually like. Their personality was more important to her. She stopped bouncing on her feet when she felt a pair of eyes on her and she flicked her gaze to who she thought was staring at her. The man with a pair of shades on. Offering him a small, shy smile with an awkward wave, she felt his gaze move elsewhere and she, too, returned to looking at the other men.<br/><br/>It felt so odd having to look at different people as if they were on display and Lydia wasn't entirely sure how she felt about the cameras being everywhere. She'd been told to ignore them and she would do her best to during her stay. She just hoped the entire situation wouldn't be a waste and even if it did turn out that way, then she may as well enjoy herself while she was there. Maybe she'd make more friends and sometimes that was more important than meeting a perfect match. It was to Lydia, anyway.<br/><br/>Eventually everyone moved about, some talking to each other while others did their own thing. Much to Lydia's disappointment, though not surprising to her, she wasn't approached by anyone. That sense of not belonging hit her then when she took in everyone's encounters while she walked towards the bar with slowed steps. Maybe she was in over her head with this entire show. Her eyes glanced to some of the other women, thinking she was most certainly out of her league. She didn't have a very good dating experience and that also made her feel like her chances of actually meeting anyone low. Once she reached the bar, she asked for a glass of water and her gaze focused on her hands as she rubbed her thumb over her knuckles, trying to push away the self-conscious thoughts.<br/><br/><i>You've only just arrived. Don't go putting yourself down just yet!</i><br/><br/>The university student desperately wanted to talk to everyone, but she didn't want to intrude on the other contestants' conversations. When some of the others began singing, one very loudly, her eyebrows rose and her head snapped towards the lovely commotion. Lydia didn't recognize the songs, but she still grinned and swayed her body, as well as bounced a little, in time with the beat. Her hands lifted every so often to create little fist pumps as well. Oh! How much fun that looked! She would've gone up and joined, but she was a terrible actor and she didn't think her singing was very good. That was why she'd stick to reading and painting and drawing. When there was a flirtatious display, she felt warmth creep onto her cheeks, a little surprised with how brave the two women were. The brunet didn't think she'd ever be able to do something like that!<br/><br/>When she received her glass, she thanked the bartender and lifted it up to her lips. The condensation created little droplets, which slid down the outside of the cup and the coolness of the surface made her shiver a little. Taking a few gulps to calm her nerves, she breathed out another long, silent sigh and let her eyes filter through the unfamiliar faces. Her head ceased moving when her gaze flicked to the Asain man dressed in leather. It was an odd choice to wear something like that to the beach, but Lydia did like the outfit. She thought it suited him.<br/><br/>Taking another quick gulp from her glass, she hesitated a long, few moments, looking between people and the musician, trying to decide if she should really attempt to strike up conversation with a man who appeared visibly annoyed. Brown orbs danced between various bottles of alcohol and she held her breath as she tiptoed towards him. As she came to a halt behind him, she slowly peeked up at him from beside his arm, hugging the glass against her chest, and spoke up over the music, "She has a lovely voice, don't you think?"