<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/>Grace had been perking her brows rather expectantly at Corey, yet when he fell short of delivering the phrase she had been looking for, she had to show her very playful disappointment. “A gift, is it? Not elementary, my dear Watson?” She reminded him of the quote that not even a Sherlock fan had to know, as long as they watched The Great Mouse Detective at least once in their lives.<br/><br/>Even still, the pretend posh Corey that he was putting on display was quite entertaining. She tried picturing him in a robe and house slippers, but found herself just chuckling at that image. When he reminded her that even birthdays and bridal showers were impressive, Grace smiled brightly. “I am always complimented when someone asks me to bake something for them. Because I know they could have gone to any professional for the same thing, but they chose me.”<br/><br/>After she reminded Corey that it was the boys who held the power this week, Grace beamed at his response. “Ah, so my plan is revealed. The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, as they say. That’s been my strategy in here.” She joked. The idea of even having a strategy felt weird to Grace. She certainly didn’t consider herself to have one at all. She was there for the chance at love and maybe that made her seem a little gullible or naive, that such a thing could happen whilst every move was recorded and aired on telly. But, there she was.<br/><br/>His innocence truly shined through when he couldn’t fathom what she had meant by the pineapple reference. She had to bite her lip to keep from revealing all, lest he lose his innocence because of her! Grace had to chuckle at Corey’s professed preference for imperial units. But soon, her grin was fading in response to him leaning over and reaching out for her. She blinked, but remained frozen in place while Corey collected a bit of frosting from the end of her nose.<br/><br/>“Oh, goodness me. How embarrassing.” She murmured, grabbing a napkin hastily and dabbing at her nose to get rid of any excess frosting. But Corey didn’t seem bothered in the slightest as he sucked the delicious topping from his finger. His remark about it tasting better that way made Grace’s cheeks flush a little. “Well, maybe we’ll need to allow you to taste the cupcakes in a different way one of these days.” She suggested, hoping to plant the idea in his head that he could lick the frosting off of her skin.<br/><br/>Grace kept on smiling as Corey laughed at her questions. “Sorry, was that too much?” She hadn’t even thought about bombarding him with queries. It was just that he had her so curious. When he mentioned that he lived in London - with mates, she wasn’t surprised to hear - her eyes went a bit wide with excitement. He spoke about his parents and their professions, and Grace tilted her head, nodding along and smiling warmly all the while.<br/><br/>“I love London,” she interjected when she was able. “Actually, I believe it’s just an hour from Brighton to London, if you go by train through Victoria Station.” Of course she had visited London every chance she got. It was one of the fashion capitals of the world, wasn’t it? Grace laughed when Corey did, but hushed up when he answered her question about who he’d have chosen on day one. To hear him confess that he was planning to step forward for every girl, she couldn’t hide her aghast expression. “Lucky for me I was first to arrive then, isn’t it? You might’ve wound up with someone else!”<br/><br/>Perish the thought. Grace couldn’t even imagine Corey with another girl, let alone her with some other bloke.<br/><br/>His blush allowed Grace to easily forgive him for his daft strategy, though. And him admitting he’d have picked her straight away didn’t hurt either. “That’s how I feel, too.” She added, quietly. Corey then added his own question to the list and it was Grace’s turn to respond. She smiled and this time picked a piece of cupcake off with her fingers, rather than risk another frosting faux pas. She popped the bite into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, then answered him.<br/><br/>“I’m from Brighton, and I’ve lived there all my life. I’m currently living in a flat there, near my mum. The idea of being too far away from her is… a bit much for me right now,” she chuckled at herself. “But I’m sure that won’t last forever.” Her hand waved delicately, to dismiss the notion. “What else did I ask you?” She chuckled. “Well, since we’re on the topic of parents, erm… my mum is a secretary and my dad’s a bio-medical engineer.” She gave off a slightly trembling sigh.<br/><br/>“He was her guidance counselor while she was at university. So, they were never supposed to be an item and as such, they hid their relationship. When my mum got pregnant with me, she told him, but he said he couldn’t afford it ruining his reputation at the university. Apparently he sent her money every month to help get her by, but in place of a father figure I mostly had my maternal grandparents.” She blinked a bit, her lashes looking slightly wet. “They actually owned a bakery in Brighton.” Her smile returned, though it did seem slightly sad.<br/><br/>“My grandmother and my grandfather, they taught me loads. But the one thing we all had in common was this love for baking. I think I learned to love it because they loved it so much.” It was clear by then that she was referring to them in the past tense. “The bakery shut down after they passed away. They wanted us to sell it and use the money as we needed it.” Her head lowered and she smiled down at her cupcake. “If I could do anything in the world, I’d carry on what they started… I’d follow in their footsteps so that their legacy could live on.”<br/><br/>Grace sniffled, reaching up with her free and just in time to catch a tear before it had a chance to properly fall down her cheek. “Sorry, it’s all still a bit raw. It hasn’t even been a year yet. They passed just after the New Year. First my grandmother, and then my grandfather.” Her smile was strong, despite her sadness. “I know they’d want me to bake… I’m just so terrified of not living up to their expectations. Of failing, and making them disappointed in me. You know?”<br/><br/>After a moment, she sighed loudly, wiping her lashes a bit more. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be the wet blanket all of the sudden.” She groaned. “And we were having such a good first date, too. Ugh, I must be cursed with first dates or something,” she joked, laughing gently.