Love. It's not easy.

Love. It's not easy. - Stranded on an Island with Isaac and Alex...

Envy is a waste of time.  ~Author Unknown

****RECAP****

30 minutes later Isaac and I walked out of the infirmary in Club5 where he received stitches on his arm. Cammile had to go back to find Sara who we all ditched while boarding the raft.

"You couldn't even stay onboard. How pitiful." Isaac said while staring at his horrifying arm.

"Did I ask you for your help?"

"Touche. But I save you and that is all you say?" Yeah, Yeah, Touche Isaac.

"Sorry." I said in a shy tone. His arm was so 'eye-catching' that it looked like I was talking to Isaac's arm, not himself.

"If you're sorry, buy me dinner."

"What?" I said in question. Out off all things he could have said.....really?

"I hurt my arm. You can't just let this go."

Isaac, you left me stranded in the ocean and let that one go.

He added, "Come to the Italian restaraunt tonight with lot's of money and I will forgive you."

****JULIETTE'S POV****

Staring at Isaac in confusion was the only response I could give him. Why did he want to go to dinner with me? I just made him get stitches! Before I could actually respond a yes or no, Isaac walked off smiling- waving his newly injured arm in my direction.

"See you at the Italian restraunt tonight, Juliette!"

Guess I'm going out to dinner tonight.

As Isaac cut a corner to go back to his room or wherever, Cammile ran out of a bush towards me. Was she really just spying from behind that bush? Classic Cammile.

"So, what did he say? I couldn't hear!" ,Cammile asked while I plucked a leaf from her hair.

"Well, I think I am forced to take Isaac out to dinner tonight as an apology." I said while comprehending the words I just spoke.

"Gosh. He loves to get credit. I was thinking, Isn't it strange that we had a boat guide and Isaac still jumped in after you?"

 Even though she could be a bit airy at times, Cammile was right for once. But, I should just be thankful that I was saved by Isaac even if we've had an eventful past.

Cammile and I walked back into our fresh maid-cleaned room and a large envelope labeled: 'JULIETTE AND CAMMILE, CLUB5'  was on our desk. Inside was the list of guests that were coming in from France tonight at 6:30. I guess Cammile and I were both expected to be guides for them as we just came from France. Also in the packet was the dress code for the guides this weekend. Each Friday and Saturday, the guides dress up according to the Club5 dress code. Normally Friday was an elegant/serious theme and Saturday was a goofy one like crazy hair, or backwards. On the Dress code sheet it read:

"In response to our major and important guests coming in tonight, our theme is extreme elegance. Many are coming in from Club5 HQ in France and we MUST look our best! As you all have heard, we will be shooting a commercial here and Mr. Heed (owner of Club5) will be visiting! Saturday's theme will be decade day!    -Manager Kevin"

Already excited about the formal theme for tonight, I picked out a nice little pink floral dress that I bought at the Porte de Vanvesflea market in Vanves, France.

"Uhh...Juliette, you might want something a little fancier. Take a look at this guest list." Camille handed me the two-page list with a flirty smirk expression. What was that look for?