<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JOXZUP3.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 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as Comp picture (https://pics.wikifeet.com/Victoria-Magrath-Feet-3772556.jpg) (Orange swimming costume and jean booty shorts)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Corey<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Delaney | JJ | Mark<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Grace continued to munch on her sandwich while Delaney expressed a little about her own experience on Love Island. It seemed as if their situations were just as complicated and riddled with drama, even if some of that had been manufactured by the producers to make for more interesting telly.<br/><br/>She nodded emphatically at Delaney’s literal explosive sound effect, her mouth still full of sandwich. Otherwise she would have likely joined in with her own noise as back up. The main difference between Delaney’s situation and Grace’s situation was that dreaded C word; couple. The reality of the situation was that Grace could find comfort in being coupled up with Corey.<br/><br/>Honestly, she couldn’t quite imagine dealing with this all and then being single on top of that. “Sounds quite fucked,” Grace agreed, joining in with Delaney’s laughter.<br/><br/>She made a point about how the world they were living in for the summer was not the world they had left. Everything happening here was made for telly. It was all pot stirring for the sake of it. Grace released a small sigh. “That’s true.” Why hadn’t she gathered that perspective on her own, up until that point?<br/><br/>It made perfect sense when the brunette explained that their circumstances were unique to this experience. Outside of the villa, the real world was kept waiting. “I suppose we are on a little bubble here. A bubble that’s set to explode at a moments notice.” She added that last part in with a chuckle. Just reflecting on it all for a moment made Grace realize that everything here seemed to be happening at warp speed. Whether she was ready for it, or not.<br/><br/>Her connection with Corey, though others might not understand it or even support it, was intensified due to this particular and peculiar situation. Perhaps that had a lot to do with her feelings toward the other guys when they had asked her out. Actually, the date with JJ had been going alright until she brought up the fact that she was steering clear of the bad boy type. But with Mark, there was no conversation, only arguing.<br/><br/>Delaney’s voice brought Grace back to the present, reminding her that the best they could do was live peaceably together and try to be cordial with one another. Grace nodded, mulling it over with another bite of sandwich. She mentioned not stressing over the public just yet and instead focusing on each other in the villa. That was when Mark suddenly appeared and popped into the fridge for two more beers.<br/><br/>Grace glanced at Delaney, who took a silent bite of her sandwich. Grace did the same, the silence permeating around the kitchen, until Mark walked off. It was a tough situation, as Delaney had remarked. “Yes, it is. But maybe it doesn’t have to stay that way.” She turned in a bit of a spin, heading to the fridge and pulling out the extra, unused cupcakes still in the sheet pan, from the fridge.<br/><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/612139753336471571/617804343348953134/Emoji-Poop-Cupcakes.png)</div><br/>She grinned at Delaney after setting the pan down and removing the cling wrap. “There’s one way I can think of to bring people together.” She popped a cupcake out of the pan. “Sweets.”<br/><br/>Grace quickly warmed up the excess chocolate frosting she had made the other night, then packed it into a piping bag and connected a thin nozzle to the end. She sort of forgot about her sandwich as she set to work, adding chocolate frosting to three chocolate cupcakes.<br/><br/>They looked rather ordinary at first. But Grace wasn’t done yet. She took some fondant and shaped three sets of eyes, then carefully placed them onto each cupcake. With some of the remaining white fondant, she made animated looking mouths and gently stuck those on as well.<br/><br/>Once they were finished, she beamed at Delaney, placing all three onto a serving platter. “Remind you of anything…? Maybe a particularly overused emoji?” She giggled. “I mean, what better way to express you’re sorry than to give someone shit cupcakes. Right?” Grace kept a small grin on her face as she picked up the platter and readied herself to leave the kitchen.<br/><br/>Before she got too far, she paused and turned over her shoulder to look back at Delaney once more. “Wish me luck.” With that, she set off. It was a rather long walk from the kitchen to the smoking area, all the way around that big pool, and all. It felt like everybody’s eyes were glued to her.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath and kept on walking, only slowing her pace when she approached them; Mark and JJ. Her steps were hesitant as she approached, clearly not wanting to interrupt their conversation.<br/><br/>“Hope I’m not interrupting,” she politely declared, before bending down and setting the tray on the wonky piece of furniture she could only presume was a massive ashtray. Grace straightened herself up again and folded her hands in front of her. Again, she steadied her breath, then raised her head.<br/><br/>“JJ,” she looked first to him. “Mark,” then to him. Then she’d look back and forth between the two. “I was a shit. And consequently, our respective dates turned out to be utter shit. So, I’ve made these shit cupcakes which I hope do not taste like shit because I would like to apologize for my part in causing this incredibly shit situation.”<br/><br/>Grace unfolded her hands and gestured toward the cupcakes. “So, I’ve made these… for you both.” Grace managed a smile, first at JJ, then at Mark, her gaze faltering when she waited for a response, half expecting to hear none.