<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/66/5b/da/665bda514da6e094c012e5961e366f4b.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 | Lunch-ish<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa's Outdoor Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bikini from earlier with a simple blue and white striped cover-up (https://www.lulus.com/images/product/xlarge/3068900_595642.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Corey<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corey | Devon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>After her little session in the confessional, Grace returned upstairs after all, just to freshen up. She figured that Corey was still outside, not too far from where she had left him for that complete waste of a date. She fluffed up her hair and changed out of her dress, still wearing the bikini she had on earlier - the one with the pastel colors - and slipped into a simple cover up to wear over it.<br/><br/>Grace was more than ready to move on with the rest of her day. Thankfully, because he was a new arrival and had more dates to go on, that meant she wouldn’t have to worry about bumping into Mark again. At least not for the rest of the day, probably. Before heading downstairs, she reapplied some makeup in the mirror. Just enough to look fresh and dewy. She smiled at her reflection, trying not to notice the fact that her under eyes were still slightly puffy.<br/><br/>Hopefully Corey wouldn’t notice either.<br/><br/>Making her way outside, it wouldn’t take long for her to notice the very appealing aroma that wafted through the backyard. She checked the counter in the kitchen where the crew had been supplying plenty of snacks and food for the islanders. There were some options there - salad, fruit, tuna, grilled chicken - it all seemed incredibly bland. Once she looked up, she spotted the grill and Devon speaking with Corey.<br/><br/>Walking up to them, she picked up a plate and bumped her hip playfully against Corey’s. “This all smells amazing, did you whip it up?” She asked Devon, obviously assuming that it hadn’t been Corey. “Do you mind if I help myself? I never actually got to enjoy lunch,” she trailed off.<br/><br/>Grace picked up a bun and started filling it with toppings, then turned to regard the guys again. “Oh, sorry. Do continue. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” She smiled, thinking to herself that it was adorable to find Corey was busy making friends while she was out.<br/><br/>What had she been worried about, again?