Love Island

2

I wish we had not had cocktails last night, my head is banging, not the best way to start my first day on location.  I head to the shower to freshen up and get clothes ready for the day, with a slight hangover. As I put one foot into the shower, I hear the door knock then the tones of Savio

“Good morning, Sunflower” as I hurry into the shower, so I’m not seen naked.  “I have got an espresso for you just the way you like it. How’s the head? You sure put them away last night.  I’m dreading what state I was in.”  he says as he walks around my little haven.

“Could not have been that bad” I respond to him. He really wasn’t that bad considering how much he had to drink from the minute we got on the plane.

It doesn't take me long to get washed and changed and headed out to get that espresso I so badly need.  Slight hangover may actually be a major one. The heat and the sun shining are not helping. I hunt out my sunglasses and slip them on before I even have dealt with my wet hair.

As I finish getting ready for the day, Savio goes over the schedule for this evening. We have nothing on at all until our evening meal with the director and his other team.  We have all worked with each other at some point in our careers so it's not a new team but with the budget and the scale of this movie, it's a must we all get along and be on the same page with production.

“So, rumour has it, little Miss Silver Spoon got lucky last night with one of the bartenders”  Savio loves to gossip.

“Miss Silver Spoon?”  I ask, confused at who he is talking about.

“Yeah, Payton James.”  he says like ‘duh.’ Like I can remember all the stupid nicknames he has for everyone inside his little black book, which he takes to every location with him, with more than just names inside. His lists of details on each celeb are crazy.

“Rumour though, so don't go spreading it.”  I tell him sternly.  He shrugs his shoulders, and we leave the room.

As we head for breakfast, we meet up with Molly and Johnathan, even though they have only been here for a few days longer, you can totally tell, they are glowing and the tan they are sporting is making me so jealous.

“Seriously Darcy, bikini and a cover-up is what you need not a full bloody dress. God you will never get a good tan wearing all that”  Molly tells me off for the choice in clothing for today.

“Yeah, no chance my girl. You know me. As much skin as I can, I will be covered up”  I tell her, with my serious face on.

“I know babes but come on. You are stunning and have a perfect figure. You need to show it off a little”  she says using her finger and thumb to show how ‘little’ she is meaning.

“Maybe in a few days.”  I say with no confidence at all. Molly knows me, she knows what I like and don't like when it comes to my clothes choice.

You could say I have body confidence issues. When I was younger, like teenager younger I put on loads of weight, even though I watched what I ate, and with that came the ugly purple stretch marks. Even though over the years they have faded, they are still very visible in my eyes, and I will wear everything and anything to cover them up.

Molly, bless her soul, has tried over the years to help my confidence grow, it has worked, but with this location and seeing what I saw yesterday, all the skinny models with perfect skin and figures, I went back to my old ways.

“Give it time, sweetie. We will have you walking out that villa like a fucking model you are, strutting your stuff and swaying those amazing hips”  Savio says as he links his arms with mine and we head to get food.

The food was nice, not what I am used to but then the weather doesn't really call for big fry ups. So fruit and yoghurt, with some pastries will do nicely.  Followed by yet another coffee, no espresso this time as I am still wired from the first one.

After breakfast we go for a walk around the resort, Molly showing me the bars she found which lucky for me are still closed or only serving soft drinks. I mean come on it is only just after nine thirty in the morning.

Savio did nothing but moan as he was wanting to get a cheeky ‘sex on the beach’ before he started his day. I wasn’t sure if he was meaning the drink or the actual deed, I guess he was meaning the drink as he stands pouting at the bartender.

“Most of the people working here speak perfect English so we won't have a language barrier like the last location we were at.”  Johnathan explains as we walk on ahead of Savio and his slight tantrum.

As we get closer to the main resort, the area is filled with crew members moving boxes of equipment. Luckily that is not in my job description, so we walk on by giving little waves at the crew we know and have worked with previously.

Molly and Savio, eventually catch up to us and insist we head back to the pool area so we can chill out for the morning and make a plan for the rest of the day. Since we have nothing on until the meal tonight, I agree, and we head back.

At the poolside, Savio has already stripped down and is currently lying on his lounger with his neon pink swimming shorts and body caked in tanning oil.  One good thing for him is he doesn't burn and tans nicely, no matter the heat, I suppose it's in his blood with being from Brazil.

Johnathan is sporting a decent pair of swim shorts, not too tight or short, clearly disappointing Savio as he likes to get a good view. I swear that boy will get himself in trouble one of these days, he seriously has no filter.

Molly, well she is as confident as ever and is wearing a simple strapless two piece. Showing off her perfect flat stomach and toned legs. I sometimes wish I had a body like hers or even just her confidence.

“Come on, let’s go get you into something a little more weather appropriate” Molly whispers to me, seeing I am struggling to get comfortable in my dress with the heat.

I reluctantly get up and follow her. I swear she does this every time, brings my confidence up and then a few weeks without her I am back to square one. When it comes to girlie things like clothes and makeup, Molly is my go-to girl. Savio is there for me when it comes to my work and relationships.

So after Molly handing me three different styles of bikini, I can’t decide what one to pick, they are all going to show off just a little too much for me, but with Molly by my side I know I can do it.

“Pick one or I give you my worst one”  Molly says hands on hips and eyebrows raised.

“Okay, okay. I’m going”  I tell her as I head to the bathroom in her villa to get changed.

In the end I pick a subtle pink coloured, halter neck, luckily the pant part are slightly high waisted, so they go up to just below my belly button, so hides the larger faded stretch marks.  Heading outside, I throw the dress to Molly who is standing with her jaw hanging.

“Perfect Darcy Boo, absolutely perfect.”  She drops my dress and hands me a small cover-up. I slip it on, and we head out to meet back up with the guys.

When we reach the pool area, it is so much busier than it was when we left. Now my confidence will be tested, not only are the crew here but I can see in the distance one of the directors under the canopy of the bar.

Molly takes my hand and leads me over to the guys.  She is walking about just in her bikini, no cover-up on. God get it together; I chant to myself as I sit down. I don't hesitate now I am in the company of my friends, who I know will not judge me at all, I take the cover-up off and place it down beside my lounger.

Reaching over for some sun-cream, I tap Savio on the shoulder to get him to rub in it on my back for me.

“Wow”  he says in a rather husky voice, which for Savio must have hurt, since he talks like a boy who hasn’t hit puberty yet.

“Stunning Darcy”  Johnathan says with his big brother smile on his face.

Sun-cream applied, and my confidence is boosted. Not one person has made a comment as they have past by and spoke to us. Not one person has seemed to notice. For that I am not sure what to think, clearly, I have got myself worked up for nothing.

Well, that was until a dig in the ribs from Molly who is scowling over at the directors table at the bar.

“Miss Silver Spoon”  Savio groans out. I raise my eyebrows understanding now who they are talking about.

I wished I hadn’t looked up though. She is stunning. Long blonde hair, nice natural looking curls at the ends, the perfect body, curves and all, and that is what I can see from the back.

When she turns around, I am speechless. The perfect face, and the brightest smile I have ever seen.

“God she is so fake”  Savio mumbles beside me.

“No way?”  I ask, shocked he would even imply that,

“Yes way, Sunflower. She has had at least 2 boob jobs and a facelift and pretty sure that ass is not all hers”  he says with so much conviction.

I look at him shocked. I wonder what she would have looked like if she hadn’t had any plastic surgery done. Then Savio doesn't always have the correct information but he’s never far off with the details.

“Check that out”  he says as he slides his phone over to me. And sure enough there is a before and after picture of her on some celebrity gossip page.

“She definitely needed the face lift, check the chins out”