𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋.

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𝒮𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄 "𝐒𝐘" 𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒
[ tues.. june 19th...'10:08 PM' ]
Los Cabo's Villa

"Regretting this, but it's too late," Symone sang out to 'I'm There' by Summer Walker, as she scrubbed her body with the cloth. "I wish you didn't know my name."

This being her second shower of the day, she felt refreshed before she had to forced herself to be kind to her sister for her pre- bachelorette party.

At this rate, when she landed back in New York, she wouldn't step a foot in a night club for the next five months. The amount of partying at clubs during these two weeks had her just wanting a day in the villa.

But, fucking with her sister, she wasn't getting any peace until she was back in her own bed.

As the music shifted to the next song of her playlist, after rinsing off she quickly shut off the shower. Stepping onto the soft mat, she wrapped her body in a plush towel. She looked right at her reflection in the mirror, she barely recognized the tired eyes staring back at her.

Between the activities and the memories that wont let her be, she felt like she had been on autopilot since landing on the island. She was here to celebrate her sister getting married but since getting on the plane she had been reminded of the failed engagement, her problem with confrontation and a bed that she desperately missed that were hours out of reach.

Her reflection held her gaze, but she barely recognized the woman looking back-someone worn out, someone she'd never planned on becoming.

She closed her eyes, ready to get her ass back in the bed but tonight she had to show up, smile, laugh, pretend to be the carefree sister her family expected. Heading back to the bedroom, slipping into the dress she'd laid out-a matte, feathery- cotton, black number her sister had insisted she wear. All the girls were matching which she expected nothing less from the bride-to-be.

Grabbing her small black clutch, she headed down the stairs with her heels in hand.

Symone took a deep breath as she reached the bottom of the stairs, slipping on her heels and squaring her shoulders. The sounds of laughter filled the villa, already echoing through the hallway as her sister and her friends pre-gamed for their big night out. She plastered on a bright smile, the one she knew her friends expected, even if her heart wasn't fully in it.

Lyric spotted her first, clapping her hands in approval. "There she is! Miss New York finally gracing us with her presence," she teased, handing her a glass of champagne. "You ready to show this island what the Hicks sisters are made of?"

Symone chuckled, taking the glass. "Absolutely. Lets get the hell outta here," she replied, clinking her glass to Lyric's, taking a big chug of it before setting it down on the coffee table. "Where's Saylor?"

"She's still fixing her lashes, of course." Lyric rolled her eyes with a giggle.

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