The warm afternoon sun glistened off the crystal blue waters of the hotel pool as Gala lounged comfortably in the plush lounge chair. Her voluptuous figure was barely contained by the skimpy red bikini that struggled to keep up with her ample curves. At 25, the aspiring model had gained a small but dedicated online following for her unique look - a stark contrast to the typical stick-thin beauties that dominated the industry.
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Gala couldn't help but feel insecure as she sipped a fruity cocktail. Despite her growing popularity, she still felt like an outsider in the cutthroat world of fashion. Her agent constantly urged her to lose weight and conform to the unrealistic beauty standards that ruled the catwalks. But Gala refused to give in. She loved her body the way it was - soft, curvy, and unapologetically real.
Gala let out an exasperated sigh as the cold water splashed across her face, momentarily blinding her.
She sat up abruptly and wiped the excess liquid from her eyes with an irritated sniff. "Hey, watch it, you little brats!" she called to the group of mischievous children who were now giggling and splashing around in the pool. "Can't you see I'm trying to relax here?" The children, seemingly unfazed by Gala's scolding, continued their noisy play.
One of them, a chubby boy who looked about six years old, swam to the edge of the pool and grinned at her. "Sowwy, miss! We didn't mean to get you wet," he said, his voice dripping with insincere apology. Gala rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "Just be more careful, OK? And maybe try to keep the noise down a bit."
Gala's eyes widened in disbelief as the chubby boy leaped into the air, his rotund body hitting the water with a resounding splash. A wave of cool liquid crashed over the side of the pool, drenching Gala from head to toe.
"Oh my God, are you kidding me?" she shrieked, jumping to her feet in a fit of rage. Her cocktail glass tumbled to the floor and shattered into a hundred glittering pieces. "I just got dry and now you've gone and soaked me again!"
The boy, realizing he had crossed a line, shrank back into the water, his eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry, miss," he stammered, his lower lip quivering. "I didn't mean to..."
Gala walked towards him, her hands on her hips and her face flushed with anger. "You didn't mean to? Well, maybe you should think before you act, you little terror!" The children burst out laughing as they watched Gala storm off towards the pool bar, her dripping wet bikini clinging to her curvaceous figure. The chubby boy, emboldened by his friends' amusement, stuck his tongue out at Gala's retreating bottom.
At the bar, Gala slammed her empty cocktail glass down on the counter, causing the barman to jump in surprise. "I need another drink, pronto," she demanded, her voice shaking with barely contained anger. "And I want to speak to your manager. Those little brats over there have just ruined my afternoon."
The barman, with a sympathetic look on his face, quickly mixed up a fresh cocktail and slid it over to Gala. "I'm so sorry, ma'am. Let me get the manager for you right away."
