- Victoria -
As if the island knew my situation, the weather had changed. It started raining the moment we hit the airport. I looked like the perfect definition of a mess, and I didn't care about that. My flawless makeup smeared all over my face. My beautifully styled curls turned into a ball of hay tied to my head. The dress I wanted to impress him was hidden under some oversized ugly sweater purchased at the market in haste.
I went into the toilets to wash my face as soon as we checked in our luggage. I didn’t want to go through the security check looking like a zombie or attract attention as a potential threat to other passengers. It was enough that the lady checking us in looked at me strangely.
I took the bag of clothes I purchased with the sweater and headed inside. A few ladies w
