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Chapter 1

“The girl I want to couple up with is...Ivy.” My name left Henrik’s lips hurriedly.

“You said who now?” My head whipped toward Henrik.

“Yeah, who?” Ibrahim put his hands on his head.

“He definitely said Ivy.” Chelsea glanced over at me worriedly.

“But he-“ I glanced over at Ibrahim. I was pleased he was pissed too. We’ve been together since day one. I hadn’t even tried to get with anyone else at all. I strode over to Henrik. “Fuck. We look like siblings but alright.” I sighed, throwing my hands up. It was true. We both had long blonde hair and colored eyes. Granted mine were navy blue and his were a deep evergreen. The Cheshire pageant queen and the Swedish rock climber. Good lord.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like Henrik. We just weren’t romantically compatible at all. I rather be raiding Louis Vuttion while he rather be on a jungle trek. He loved dirt. I loved glitter. We just weren’t the same.

First, Jakub picked Hope. Whatever, Noah deserved better anyway. Noah then chose Priya. Ibrahim chose Lottie? Gary chose Chelsea? Bobby chose Marisol?

“This is a disaster!” Priya bursted out laughing. Suddenly, we were all laughing. Jakub had wreaked havoc causing a chain reaction, causing the rest of us to fall out of place. Talk about moving parts.

A few minutes and giggles later, we all parted from the fire pit. Henrik and I sat down on the day beds. “You must be confused.” Henrik sighed.

“Does it show?” I tsked lightly. “I mean we’re friends of course but I don’t think you’re romantically interested in me.”

“Well Priya was off the table.” He said quietly.

“Oh I see. You were going after Priya.” I crossed my arms. “Even after this whole Operation Nope bullshit? Tell me why I’m not surprised.”

“Hey hey hey. Don’t give me that look. I figured you’re low maintenance, level headed and easy to get along with. I wouldn’t exactly kick you out of bed. Also, you were involved with Operation Nope too.” He patted my knee.

“I didn’t try to kiss him though. He was nervous enough that when I looked in his direction, he bolted the fuck out of the Villa. I wouldn’t have tried to kiss him just because I don’t like Hope.” I raised a brow at him. “Are you blind, mate? Easy to get along with? Level headed? Low maintenance?” I repeated. “Me? The girl who pushed Hope into the pool the first day? The girl who called Marisol El Desperado? The girl who spent nearly four thousand pounds getting her bikinis custom made? The girl who sprayed every single bed with Chanel’s Mademoiselle when she got here? Me?” I asked in disbelief. “Unbelievable. Have you been huffing that lavender chalk of yours?” I scoffed again.

“So you're a little extra. Nothing wrong with wanting to glam the place up.” He waved his hand around.

“Henrik, you have so much to learn about me.” I chuckled.

“We have got plenty of time.” Henrik reassured me as we walked off to the bedroom.

I jolted awake. I laid in bed in silence, hearing everyone’s breathing and snoring around me. It was easy to do because Henrik slept all the way on the other side of the bed.

I felt in a daze as I blinked a few times.

My phone went off again. Then, we all started to sit up.

Me

Priya

Lottie

Chelsea

Hope

Marisol.

“Dressing room! Now!” Hope whispered out. We all made our way there, quickly and quietly. “Nice job, ladies. None of the boys woke up! It says here that we have to pack for four days. We have less than an hour to get ready.” We all jumped into action.

“Looks like we’re finally getting the girl’s trip we deserve.” I put on my diamond earrings. “All the girls looked at me in disbelief. “What?”

“Babe, I love when you wake up bubbly like me!” Chelsea beamed as she started to do her own makeup.

It didn’t take me long to pack either. I folded numerous party wear and bathing suits into my suitcase. My makeup bag was tossed into my purse as I made my way out to the driveway.

The other girls were loading up the Jeeps with our luggage. Wow. It’s surprising to see Hope doing something without Noah’s help. She wouldn’t even get herself a glass of juice each morning.

“About time!” Marisol sighed as I tossed my suitcase and purse into the back seat. Oh typical. They stick me with Mopey Marisol.

“You can’t rush perfection!” I slid on my Rayban sunnies. “Let’s get a move on!” I rode shotgun, of course. Marisol preferred to sit in the backseat anyway. The same way Rocco threw her in the backseat when he tried to kiss me during his departure. As if I would let that trout lipped hippie kiss me.

The car ride wasn't long at all. I only got to listen to three Juice WRLD songs on the way there. The Jeep stopped abruptly. I swung my leg out as I took in the sight before me.

Casa Fucking Amor.

You have got to be kidding me.