I choose me.

Part 4: Miami

She tensed as those unwelcome stomach flutters came back.

"I'm Crawford Wallace, you're Olivia Granger right?" She nodded and cleared her throat, then stuck out her hand and they shook.

"Yes I am, nice to meet you, how do you know who I am?"

He laughed, "You're Olivia Granger."

She didn't say anything.

"I've been with PureSide since the beginning and you've had a pretty impressive career."

She blushed, "I've never heard of you—not in a rude way—that sounded mean."

He laughed again, "No worries, surfing is really my passion, I've done a few body building shows the past, I just moved state side last year. Surfing and powerlifting aren't really in the same spectrum."

She gave him a tight smile and clasped her hands together. "So what are you doing here? For the shoot?" She asked.

He set his bag down, "Well yes and no. I've been doing some pictures here and there for the twins, so they asked if I'd help shoot you and they thought Miami would be a good place to get some shots of me in the water too—plus networking always."

"Oh wow, surfer, body builder and photographer." She said, impressed.

He shrugged and grabbed his bag, "There's our driver." It ended up being her, Crawford and two other ladies, behind the scenes people. Olivia watched out the window as they drove through the bright city, they ended up at the beach where a tent was already constructed next to the GOLD'S GYM which had the actual gym, then the outdoor gym in the sand.

"Thanks for the ride mate." Crawford slapped the driver's shoulder.

Lola ran out of the tent and greeted the group, then hugged Olivia again, she tensed up.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Not well." She said honestly.

"Oh well that's horrible. Well you come on in here, we'll get hair and make-up started and we have a full kraft table, tons of caffeine." She rushed into the tent, which was bigger than it looked on the outside, one corner was a dressing room surrounded by boxes of clothes, equipment was everywhere, one corner was a kitchen area, there were a few long tables set up with computers and camera equipment on it and the last corner was brightly lit with mirrors and chairs, cases of make-up. She yawned and let Lola pull her over to the dressing area and threw a black robe at her. "Just this?" She asked.

"We are all professionals here." She smiled sweetly. Olivia pushed back the heavy black curtain and stepped out of her clothes and slid the thin silk robe on. She peeked her head out, Lola wasn't anywhere to be seen, unsure of where to go, she made her way to the food and grabbed some fruit and a granola bar, then filled the biggest cup she could find with hot coffee. "Olivia!" Lola was standing next to the make-up chair, motioning frantically for her to come. She walked cautiously with her tower of fruit and coffee. "I could have had someone get that for you."

"I'm not worried."

"Okay, I'll check back here in a while." Lola patted her head like a worried mother. A beautiful blonde was leaned over the table mixing make-up like a chemist. She looked like a perfect painting, there wasn't one stray hair or particle of make-up out of place.

"Hello, my name is Abby, I do hair and make-up, my cousin Helen come do nails soon." She nodded and began brushing out Olivia's long hair, "You wash yesterday."