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—— beach hut ——
"Honestlydidn't think I would be as nervous as I am." Emeline fiddled with her fingers and giggled.
"I'm definitely eyeing up Ciaran and Sam for sure, but I'm going to try and have a chat with everybody at least once."
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"Hi, I'm Mimii, it's nice to meet you." The first person to engulf Emeline in a hug was Mimii, from first impressions, Emmie found her really sweet.
"Hiya lovely, I'm Emeline but everybody just calls me Emmie." The blonde replied with the same wide smile she had been wearing for the past few minutes.
The rest of the islanders introduced themselves to both of the new islanders slowly but surely.
Somewhere along the way, a drink was shoved into Emeline's hand, which she gladly sipped on as the girls pulled her in the direction of the daybeds for some gossipy chat.
"So! What's your type?" Jess pried with a smile.
"Well usually I go for blondes but I don't necessarily have a type, I'm just looking for there to be some attraction and definitely maturity."
"Yeah, childish behaviour is so unnatractive." Nicole grabbed onto Emmie's arm and laughed.
The moon was as bright as ever, casting its pale light onto Emeline's skin, an iridescent glow sparked as the light caught the pale strands of hair that sat atop her head.
The girls were all rather welcoming; each trying their best to converse with the bombshells, it almost seemed as if everybody was a bit too eager and that cast a shadow of doubt in Emmie's mind. She was a chronic over thinker and the sudden interest in her also brought an air of distrust.
Soon enough, the topic of conversation slowly drifted away from her and onto some of the drama that had already begun to unfold in the last few hours before Emeline's arrival. She took this time to almost zone out, basking in the solitude of her own mind in an attempt to calm both her thoughts and the aggressive beating in her chest.
Subconsciously - she began to chew softly on her lips, a habit that she had tried to break time and time again but always failed to do so. The girl had become so engrossed in her own thoughts that she hadn't even noticed that a new figure had emerged from the kitchen and made its way beside her.
"Emeline, do you mind if I pull you for a chat?"
"Of course, I don't mind at all." She replied before even looking up, she recognised the Welsh twang in his voice and knew it was Ciaran immediately.
Ciaran wore an undecipherable expression on his face which made Harriet feel quite uneasy. The pair had been coupled up for half of the day but there was an immediate attraction on her part and she was quite possessive.
The aforementioned watched on with a slight frown as Ciaran walked away with Emmie, watching intently as the pair smiled and giggled about something he had said.
"Where do you want to go?"
Ciaran looked to his side and cocked his head to the side in a way that reminded Emmie of a puppy, she tried her best to contain the smile that was tugging at her lips but he caught on.
"What did I say that was so funny?" He quizzed, directing Emmie to follow him as he made his way to the stools near the kitchen since it was the only unoccupied area of the villa.
The girl shook her head, the same smile still playing on her lips.
"It's just the way you asked." She giggled.
"Ah so we're making fun of me today?" He smiled and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Yes, yes we are."
Ciaran watched on as the girl in front of him smiled, she let her shoulders relax, giggling uncontrollably under the moonlight. The pale light cast the same iridescent glow that made Emmie look like something out of a fairytale.
"So why did you pull me for a chat?"
A soft voice ripped him from the trance-like state he'd found himself in.
"I — truthfully I wanted to be the first guy to pull you for a chat."
Emmie's eyes widened slightly, not enough to be noticeable unless you were staring right at her, a light blush creeped onto her cheeks under Ciaran's gaze.
"Oh so you're trying to get some brownie points!"
"I can't have the other guys sweeping you off your feet before I get the chance to can I?" He replied with a smirk earning a scoff from the blonde in front of him.
"You mean tackle me off of my feet right?" She joked, laughing before the sentence had even finished. Emeline always laughed at her own jokes, shamelessly.
Ciaran's eyebrows furrowed for a few seconds as he computed exactly what Emmie meant with her jestful comment, it dawned on him just as she had entered another fit of laughter, fueled even more by the impressed yet bewildered expression the man wore.
"They're getting quite cozy over there." Patsy poured some more champagne into her glass, Harriet's body hiding her actions from the producers who were out doing their hourly canvas.
Harriet huffed and fixed her hair in the reflective glass of the table.
"It's a piss take, I know we've only just coupled up but it just feels muggy."
"Yeah, especially since he's been telling you how into you he is and everything." The brunette rolled her eyes and took a long sip from the faux gold glass as she looked at Harriet for a response.
"I'll pull her for a chat tomorrow morning and talk things over with her."
