Love on the Dotted Line

Chapter 26: I Love You for Infinity... And So Does Your Drama

Grace slides into one of the bikinis she just bought. It's a light blue and white number, and she looks as fresh as a daisy in it. She checks herself out in the mirror, grinning like a cat who got the cream—yep, she's absolutely slaying it. With a wink, she snaps a pic on her phone. I mean, what's the harm in having a couple of fire photos of yourself, right?

Next, she grabs a matching beach sarong and wraps it around her waist. It's short, sassy, and makes her feel like she's ready to strut down the catwalk. She turns this way and that, admiring herself in the mirror like she's the star of a Vogue shoot.

Just then, Dion strolls back into the room. Grace has no clue where the heck he's been, and honestly, she couldn't care less. But the moment he spots her in her sizzling beachwear, his eyes nearly pop out of his head. He lets out a low whistle, wishing the honeymoon wasn't just a bunch of smoke and mirrors.

Grace flashes a grin at Dion. "So, what do you think?" she asks.

"Mmm, it's okay," Dion says with a lazy tone, not even looking up. Grace's smile wavers like a house of cards about to fall.

"At least it's not bad," she says, trying to keep her chin up, but she can feel her confidence slipping faster than water through a sieve.

Dion doesn't say much else, and Grace starts to second-guess herself. Her thoughts race like a hamster on a wheel. Maybe I'm not as stunning as I thought...

She picks up a big, floppy hat and twirls it in her hands. The excitement she felt earlier is now gone, replaced by that familiar, sinking feeling.

'I'm just an average girl,' she thinks. 'Nothing special about me. No wonder no one really notices me.'

"So, you're finally ready to go?" Dion asks, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, let's get this show on the road and take some pics for your IG," she says, her voice trying to sound like it's full of sunshine.

They head to the beach, where a cameraman Dion hired is waiting like a hawk ready to snap. He takes a ton of photos—smiling, kissing, running, jumping, flying, crawling—basically everything except underwater basket weaving.

"Thanks, man, these shots are on fire," Dion says after checking the pics. Grace glances at them, and they do look pretty amazing.

"So, do you have an IG?" Dion asks casually.

"Yes," Grace replies.

"Okay then, post some of our pics like a normal new bride. Don't act like a weirdo," Dion says, rolling his eyes.

"How the hell is that weird?" Grace asks, raising an eyebrow. "Some people just don't want to post their lives all over social media."

"That's because they're either ugly or they've got nothing interesting to post," Dion shoots back, tone as cold as a freezer. "Come on, just do it. Don't make me look bad." So Grace does as he says. She posts two pics, and Dion posts about five. Of course, she notices that he only picked the ones where he looks like a model on a billboard.

"Okay, I'm going for a swim," Grace says, unwrapping her sarong, and Dion stares at her like he just forgot how to breathe.

Grace runs toward the water, her feet flying across the sand, while Dion watches her like she's a vision. He follows her into the water, and Grace can't help but admire Dion's abs, which are as sculpted as a work of art. They're both secretly checking each other out, each wishing the honeymoon was real, even though deep down, they both know it's just a show.