𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭- 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚

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✧ . * . Miami Trip Day 3 . * . ✧

Sierra's Pov
           June 3rd, 2025
Monday, Morning 9:18 am

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☞︎ .   We woke up a bit early to get ready to go eat downstairs at their buffet. My mom called me not too long ago to tell me to get ready. We're also supposed to be going to the beach after and getting in the water since we're going to be there all day so I and the girls have to pack a bag for the day which isn't much.

I've already brushed my teeth and washed my face, now I just have to put on my swimsuit and outfit. I decided to wear my red ombré mesh halter neck tank top with my matching bikini top along with the bottoms. The same red ombré mesh wrap mini skirt and my red Hermes red sandals. I run a little bit of body oil on my skin making sure I smell good.

Once I have myself together I begin to pack my bag for the day. The girls were almost done packing theirs which left me behind. Eventually, I finish packing being satisfied with what I put in the bag and how I look. Before we headed out the door we started taking pictures together as a group, by ourselves, and as duos.

By the time we made it out of the door, it was almost ten o'clock which was good. We made it downstairs to see just the moms, the boys being nowhere down yet. We already expected that since they somehow take longer than us. Ms. Hill told us not to go eat yet because of the boys not being down here yet. They wanted all of us to be here before we started finding our food.

They didn't come down until ten minutes later. My eyes first landed on Notti by accident— not really. Especially not after what happened last night.

. * . Earlier in the morning . * .

I slid on my sandals from earlier, grabbed the key card, and walked out. I wonder why he wants to see me when he's been ignoring me. It doesn't make sense to me, he's weird about it cause now all of a sudden you want me to meet you by the elevators?

I make my way to him anyway to see him standing near the elevators. I hope he's not trying to murder me cause I'm talking to Cam instead of him. At least let me say my goodbyes to my loved ones first.

I cross my arms walking up to him. He looks so good right now I just might fold a little. He always looks so good when he has on a white wife beater and grey sweatpants. I can't help but stare at him any time he has them on.

His eyes trail from my feet and up to my eyes. I got on my Nike Pro spandex and white tank top. I guess we're kind of matching but that doesn't matter right now or really at all. I need to know why he called me out here so early in the morning.