Opposite Plot (locked to Adam)
She wakes up on a lumpy mattress with a spider crawling across her cheek, bolts from the bed, and promptly screams bloody murder. Touching anything in the room makes her skin crawl, her hair is a mess, her nail beds are disgusting, and she's in desperate need of a facial.
She makes the hike up to the compound by herself, muttering to herself and dangerously close to tears the whole way. Showering for a full thirty minutes, she finds a travel hairdryer stowed away in the bathroom and claims it for herself, doing her hair up in a sleek french twist and bemoaning the lack of makeup at her disposal.
When she puts on the red spiked heels and tight, matching mini dress, she's really not thinking the practicalities through. A piece of fruit and cup of black coffee only for breakfast -- she must watch her figure, and she's hobbling back down the boardwalk, a parasol in hand, slathered in bug spray and sunscreen and wishing for a very stiff drink, morning or not. She should've stayed inside.
But now, she's on a mission. It's time she gives Adam Carter a piece of her mind.
She makes the hike up to the compound by herself, muttering to herself and dangerously close to tears the whole way. Showering for a full thirty minutes, she finds a travel hairdryer stowed away in the bathroom and claims it for herself, doing her hair up in a sleek french twist and bemoaning the lack of makeup at her disposal.
When she puts on the red spiked heels and tight, matching mini dress, she's really not thinking the practicalities through. A piece of fruit and cup of black coffee only for breakfast -- she must watch her figure, and she's hobbling back down the boardwalk, a parasol in hand, slathered in bug spray and sunscreen and wishing for a very stiff drink, morning or not. She should've stayed inside.
But now, she's on a mission. It's time she gives Adam Carter a piece of her mind.