“Camila, is that really your swimsuit?” Marissa exclaimed, eyes wide as she saw Camila pulling out a long-sleeved, one-piece swimsuit that looked more like a wetsuit. “I didn’t peg you for the modest type!”
Camila's lips twitched in frustration. She mentally cursed Connor and quickly grabbed her phone to text him.
[Did you switch my swimsuit?]
Connor played dumb, replying, [Nope. Didn’t you pack your own stuff?]
Seeing his response, Camila's irritation flared up. She shot back, [Don’t play dumb! I know it was you!]
Connor responded leisurely, [Hey, it’s cold out. That swimsuit is warmer. See, I’m just looking out for you. Don’t want you catching a cold.]
[Yeah, right. Excuses.]
[Come on, don’t be mad. Why not join me tonight for a soak in my private hot spring? It’s much nicer.]
[No thanks, I’m sticking with Marissa these next few days. You have fun on your own.]
[How can you just leave me like this?]
[Hmph, enjoy your solo time. Marissa and I have a lot to do.]
“Camila, I’ve changed into my swimsuit, your turn now. Let’s relax today; we’ve got a busy day ahead tomorrow,” Marissa said, stepping out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe.
Their job wasn’t like others. The busier the event, the more they had to stay on their toes, ready to handle any emergencies that might pop up while everyone else was having fun.
“Alright, give me a sec,” Camila put down her phone, grabbed the sleek black one-piece, and headed to the bathroom to change, slipping on a bathrobe afterward.
As soon as she stepped out, she heard Marissa’s enthusiastic voice: “Wow, Camila, you’ve got an amazing figure, all those curves!”
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