𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖

meet the islanders

            She stepped out of the car, white wrap up heels on display. She walked into the Villa with a smile hugging two beautiful girls, before walking in, hand-in-hand. "Ladies!" she called out and the three girls who were sitting stood up happily and cheered. They all ran up to them giving them hugs. "You look so hot!" The blonde said, spinning her around. "Ahh!! You like it?" she joked.

The creamy fabric of her skirt set clung to her curves in all the right ways, the material shimmering faintly against her warm skin under the lights. The top wrapped around her chest in a minimalist, bandeau-style that highlighted her toned midriff, with thin, off-shoulder sleeves adding a graceful touch to the daring design. The long, flowing skirt hugged her hips and cascaded down to the floor in a sleek silhouette, every inch exuding sophistication despite the bold cutouts that leave just enough to the imagination.

'walk in your rainbow paradise'

"Ooo! This is so cute!" The camera pans in on her as she sat confidently on the white circle, the warm glow of soft lights reflecting off her smooth, brown skin. Her sunset-coloured bikini clings to her figure, accentuating every curve without leaving much to the imagination. She crosses one leg over the other with ease, her body language relaxed but exuding an undeniable presence.

Her curly hair, a cascade of tight, honey-brown coils, frames her striking face, and her eyes sparkle with a mix of intrigue and amusement.

"Hey, I'm Maia." She laughed, throwing her head back. "I'm 22 years old, born and living in Monaco, though LA is kind of my go to place when I get some time off. I'm mixed—Monegasque- not french!- and Caribbean!—I guess that's where I get a bit of my spice." She flashes a teasing grin, leaning slightly forward as if sharing a secret. "I sometimes throw people off with my accent, because it is a mix of both sometimes. I sound Monegasque all the time, it is really prominent when I'm tired or drunk," she laughed, "but the Caribbean accent isn't that strong, only certain words." 

'I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you'

The scene switched again to a fine-line tattoo on her arm, the shape of a car."I  do a lot of things for work but the one in relation to my tattoo is because  I work with the Mclaren F1 team. I'm an assistant, a communications director, and every once in a blue moon a test driver," she jokes. "But I love it. It keeps me on my toes and travelling which I love."

' You're wonder under summer skies 

Brown skin and lemon over ice'

The scene cut to her blowing a kiss at the camera with a teasing wink before cutting back to her talking. "So, why am I here? Honestly, I'm looking for a husband." She lets the word hang in the air for a moment, bold and confident. "I know, I know, 'husband' sounds intense, but I'm not playing around. I'm at that point in my life where I know what I want, and I'm not interested in wasting my time."

Her fingers absentmindedly play with a curl as she speaks, her tone becoming more reflective but still carrying that edge of humour. "I want someone who can match my energy—you know, flirty, fun, but also real. I don't do surface-level connections. I want someone who's gonna love hard, who's fully invested. But also..." Her eyes twinkle with that playful sarcasm she's known for. "They need to be able to handle me, 'cause I don't do disrespect. Ever. Respect is non-negotiable for me. If you can't show up with that, you're not even in the running."

Her expression softens slightly, though her confidence never wavers. "But I'm also just... excited to have fun, to meet someone who can keep up with me, who gets that I can be both a lot and a little, depending on the moment. I want someone who can handle all of that and give it right back."