Grace's dream was a career in the fashion industry. But while she's finally pursuing that dream, her personal life remains a nightmare. Will she be able to escape an abusive relationship? And will she be able to find happiness and maybe true love?
Our exploration of the island leads us to something I didn't expect to find on a random spot: a tennis court.
"Rúben?", I look back to see he's still hiking to reach the place where I am.
"Yes?"
"Can you play tennis?
"What?"
He's now back with me, staring at the court.
"Do you want to play?", he asks. I've been trying to keep him from exercising too much during the holidays, so it doesn't make sense to now want him to do this.
"It could be fun. I used to play as a kid".
"I'm not sure I know how to play but I can try", he shrugs.
"I'll teach you", I tell him, giving him a kiss and smiling at the idea of finally beating him at one sport.
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The next day we get ready for our big match. We asked who the court belonged to and were told it was public, so we can just go whenever we want to use it. There was no way to rent the equipment so we had to buy the racquets and balls and just plan on leaving them there for the kids to use if they want to.
"And this is how you serve", I tell Rúben, lifting his arm to do a serving motion. "Try it".
When he does, I get a little scared. His technique is bad, but he's still very strong and his serve is fast. Damn it! He better not beat me.
"Ok, let's start playing!"
"Wait wait wait!", he says, wrapping his arms around my waist to stop me from leaving so he can kiss me. "You look so good in that outfit. I'll lose just because of how distracted I am looking at you".
"Ha! Trying to find excuses before the match. You're literally playing without a shirt on, Rúben".
"It's hot".
"You are hot", I tell him, running to my side of the court before he stops me again.
And he clearly needed the excuses because the way he plays is...shocking. My fear over his fast serve was for nothing because he overhits every ball. I almost miss a couple of balls on purpose to make him feel better, but then I remember how many times he's beaten me at every other sport. This will humble him.
"And game, set and match for Graaaace Weeeells! The tennis superstar, beating the football player who can't play tennis to save his life".
"You've cheated", he says, sitting on the bench.
"How?", I laugh.
"By having played before. It's not fair".
I sit on his lap, laughing at what a sore loser he is. "That's like me complaining about you having played more football than I have".
"Well, at least I got to see you looking this good while I lost. My football rivals are not very attractive", he says, his hand grabbing my bum.
"I disagree. Some are cute".
"Shhhh", he says, now kissing my neck too. "I don't need that information".
But our moment is interrupted by the kids who wanted to play after us asking if we're done. So we leave the court and the equipment for them, but not before Rúben takes a photo of me as the winner. And I have an idea for it.
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Gracewells: "Winners are grinners, losers take the photo @ rubendias 😉 thank God you are a lot better at playing football 🥴".
-Rubendias: You cheated.
-Gracewells: Don't embarrass yourself again. What you did on the court was bad enough 🤭🤫
-User42864: what? They really are together? I want to cry.
-User9958: finally official. Post a photo together 😍
