<div class="floatleft">(https://www.inthefrow.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/In-The-Frow-Burberry-Amber-Rose-Photography-25.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>3 July, 2019 | Dinner time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining table | Break Up Couch<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Cover-up (https://malaysia.timbangharga.com/cf/1050/cdn/HTB1mjM.KkCWBuNjy0Faq6xUlXXap/2018-Solid-Beach-Cover-up-Bandage-Sexy-Tunics-for-Beach-Women-Bathing-suit-cover-up-women.jpg) over a bikini that's not entirely visible and these wedges (https://debenhams.scene7.com/is/image/Debenhams/067010408780_SC?wid=333&hei=333&qlt=80&op_usm=1.1,0.5,0,0&fmt=webp)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Corey<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Grace reached out for Elsa’s back, gently pressing her hand there and in a comforting display, began to lightly rub the space between her shoulders. “I know what you mean,” she admitted when Elsa professed to no safe spaces in the villa. “I suppose the diary room has been my place for a quick breather when I need it.” She tilted her head, still resting her hand on Elsa’s back. “And just letting my thoughts sort of spill out in there is pretty cathartic.”<br/><br/>However, Elsa’s anxieties and worries were completely understandable. “You’re not alone, though. I’m sure we’re all going to have those moments when things get highly volatile and emotional. But stick it out, if you can. I’d like you to stay here.” Grace smiled warmly to the blonde, hoping that she was having a positive effect on her. She peeled her hand away then and took another swig from her wine glass.<br/><br/>Elsa admitted that it felt nice to share her worries and Grace nodded in turn. “You can speak to me anytime.” She had already said that, granted, but felt it beared repeating. Elsa thanked her for listening and Grace simply smiled again. She could only imagine how difficult things must have been for Elsa, having to be alone since night one, when that was not at all how she planned for things to go. “I’m hopeful,” Grace whispered to Elsa.<br/><br/>Surely her luck would turn around - and soon. Perhaps it was just a hunch that she had, but Grace couldn’t shake the feeling. She straightened up a bit when Elsa remarked that she no longer wished to speak about coupling up and instead changed the topic back to herself and Corey. To her pointed question, Grace simply had to release a giggle. “What do you mean?” She sheepishly responded, feigning ignorance for a moment.<br/><br/>She snagged her lip briefly, her gaze falling, before she bashfully looked back at Elsa. “It’s definitely real for me.” Her free hand pressed against her chest. “I think it’s just as real for him, but sometimes it all feels too much like a fairy tale, and like I’m sort of expecting something  to trip us up. Not that I want anything to, mind you. Just, that’s how my luck has been with guys for ages.”<br/><br/>She laughed at the mention of his Hello Kitty pajamas. “Apparently his mates planted those in his suitcase for a bit of a laugh.” Grace’s hand left her chest and flitted over her mouth. Honestly, she was getting a bit flustered just speaking about him. “I’ve never met anyone like him before, really.” Her hand fell and she shifted in her seat, fingers lining the stem of her glass. “He’s funny and charming and genuine. He really makes me feel like… this is it.”<br/><br/>Grace’s cheeks flushed a bit and she hid her face by cupping a hand over her forehead, laughing at herself a bit. “Is that mental, or what?”