<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7b/156698940925441015.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Grace Carter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006958#msg15006958)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Brighton, England<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Corey<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corey<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Corey had a way of making her worry ease even before he had stuffed a cookie into his mouth and groaned. But, she very much enjoyed watching that part, too. From across the table she licked her lips again, still tasting him there. Her grin only widened as he deduced that she must have heard rave reviews about her baking in the past. Grace’s cheeks flushed gently and her smile brightened. “How do you do it, Sherlock?” She set him up for the perfect comeback, regarding his skill of deductive reasoning.<br/><br/>“I suppose you did say that you were an expert, didn’t you?” She beamed. “I do sometimes bake for friends and family.” Her shoulders shrugged, a bashful air creeping over her countenance. “I’ve only done little events like birthdays and bridal showers, nothing mega.” She admitted. Even that much was quite impressive, she supposed, considering just how competitive the world of baking could be for a novice. But, it was clear that she wasn’t interested in doing it for the pay out or the possibility of a hefty tip. This was her passion.<br/><br/>Grace giggled gently when Corey suggested that it was the point of the show, to feel a spark and thoroughly investigate it. “I mean, I thought so as well.” She confessed, her smile still stretched. When he brought up the recoupling though, she tilted her head, her brows perked in a perplexed expression. “Actually, I thought the boys held all the power this week. So it’s really you who gets to choose if you’d like to switch me out with another bird.” She gave him a teasing, jealous face.<br/><br/>“Right, so I’m the one who’s got their work cut out. Why else d’you think I’ve gone and made all this?” She joked, laughing aloud. Grace settled back onto her chair after leaning over the table to kiss him. In the back of her mind she wondered if she’d do the same in a public restaurant outside of the villa. She didn’t see why not. After all, when Corey deserved a kiss, she felt it was her duty to reward him with one. Or at least, it was starting to feel that way. Noting how he licked his lips after, Grace’s small smile returned.<br/><br/>When he scooped up a pineapple cupcake first, mentioning that it was one of his favorite tropical fruits, Grace couldn’t help but to think something slightly naughty. “That is very good to know,” she assured him, flashing her bedroom eyes over at him. But before she could tease what she meant, Corey jumped in with his attempt to convince her to eat one and gain five kilos by tomorrow alongside him. Grace laughed aloud.<br/><br/>“You’ve been getting too much influence from the Americans,” she teased. “Pounds are money, kilos are weight.” She stuck out her tongue, then picked up one of the cupcakes with a palm tree on it. “Well, I’d hate for you to think I couldn’t be trusted,” she remarked slyly, before peeling back the cupcake wrapper and taking a decent bite. A bit of frosting clung onto the tip of her nose, but Grace chewed her bite like she didn’t notice it. “To be fair, I’m always sampling what I’m making as I’m making it.” She revealed.<br/><br/>After she finished with her bite and washed it down with some water, Grace leaned in and tilted her head, observing Corey for a moment. He was quite pleasant to observe. “So, tell me more about you. You’ve got me curious. Where do you live? What’s your family like? If you had your pick of any girl in the villa, would you still choose me? No pressure, but I want to know it all.”