This is a short story of two acquaintances meeting spontaneously at a tropical resort, both escaping personal issues and lives back home.
Their mutual attraction leads to a unexpected romance. As their vacation ends, they must decide if their conne...
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Bella
I've spent just about my entire life going through camera flashes and runway shows, chasing after a perfection that seemed so elusive.
As a top model, the world knew me as Bella Hadid, the poised and polished woman who graced magazine covers and walked the most prestigious catwalks.
But behind the glamorous façade, there was a different Bella, the one who struggled with insecurities and the weight of expectations.
"Perfect, Bella! Just a little more to the left," the photographer's voice echoed through the studio as I struck yet another pose for Vogue Magazine. It was a routine I knew well, the art of capturing beauty while hiding a tumultuous heart.
After the shoot wrapped, I escaped to the quiet solace of my Manhattan apartment.
Tonight, I was stuck reminiscing about my failed relationship with Daniel. It felt suffocating.
I poured myself a glass of wine and sank onto the plush couch, my thoughts drifting back to him.
The breakup with Daniel hit me harder than I expected. It wasn't just the end of a relationship; it was the unraveling of plans we had made together, what could have been.
"You deserve someone who can give you everything." Daniel's voice echoed in my mind. His words, laced with regret, had left me confused, questioning everything I thought I knew about love.
I took a sip of wine, trying to drown out the memories. I stared at the email on my phone.
Great, another request for a photoshoot in some exotic location. Just another reminder of a life that suddenly felt too much.
"I need a break," I murmured to myself, scrolling past the tempting offer.
For once, I wanted to escape the relentless cycle of fashion weeks and photo shoots, to find a piece of myself that didn't revolve around designer gowns and perfect poses.
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Days blurred into nights as I found myself scrolling through vacation destinations online, desperate for an escape.
The allure of a secluded private beach resort located in Punta Cana, offering everything from snorkeling adventures to horseback riding and thrilling zip lining, and more.
It seemed like a perfect place to relieve the stress so I hurried to book that flight and I decided to go alone.
Before I knew it, I found myself boarding a plane headed to the Caribbean.
The resort greeted me with open arms, its lush gardens and the sound of gentle waves lapping against the shore provided a comforting rhythm to my ears.
Checking into my suite, I was amazed of how everything was put together. From the traditional interior to the beautiful view of the beach.
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It was the first day of me being on the resort so I decided to spend my day going snorkeling.
I adjusted my snorkel mask and fins and I dipped beneath the surface, mesmerized by the seashells and the kaleidoscope of colorful fish.
As I swam deeper, a figure suddenly appeared beside me, effortlessly gliding through the water.
Startled, I drastically swam back up to the surface and adjusted my mask, gasping for air.
The person finally swam back up to the surface "Sorry about that," a soft voice chuckled beside me. "Didn't mean to startle you."
I turned to see a man with braided hair and beautiful brown skin. But it wasn't long before I recognized him.
"Abel?" I questioned.
He took off his mask so he could get a better look of me. "Bella?!"
