Kalani Nicoletta

[ this is where you'll write a little bit about yourself! ]

[kalanikane]

-- eleanormarie

Elle had finished with her conference call at the very moment she heard noise from outside the doorway. She was finishing up her paperwork as the noise drew closer and another woman pushed open the door. The bags of papers and laptops were a sight that she was used to seeing on herself, and it seemed to be a universal similarity.

“Oh, it’s fine,” Elle said, smiling as she ushered the other woman into the room. “I’m nearly finished too, so you’re honestly fine to set up. I promise I won’t get in the way of your conference either,” she explained, not wanting to inconvenience her new acquaintance. “I’m Elle, by the way, and you seem to be living in a very similar world.

Kalani smiled, settling down at the other end of the table. She set up her laptop, fanning the papers across the table. Her firm had taken on the biggest case of their careers, and Kalani’s being cast on the show came at one of the worst times ever. However, she’d promised that she would make sure her work wouldn’t slack, and she was determined to keep that promise. She’d always been career-driven, and she wasn’t going to let the possibility of marriage interrupt it.

“Thank you! It’s just, this is the biggest case my firm has ever taken on, and we took it on about a month before I got the call to come here. I can’t really just drop it, you know?” Of course, Kalani could tell the girl knew. It seemed as if they shared the same career, almost. “I’m Kalani, and it seems that way! I’m a defense attorney, what about you?”

[kalanikane]

-- bradyscott1991

“I’ve kind of worried why I’m doing this ever since I signed up to do this.” He paused before he added “I mean I’m not saying I necessarily regret signing up, but my life was pretty fucking good before this.”

“I don’t regret it, because even if it doesn’t work out, it would be a learning experience. But I have high hopes for it. I’ve always been so career focused, so I haven’t had the time to focus on love.”

[kalanikane]

-- brvnleymvller

“oh this move right here? it’s called the reverse corpse pose.” brinley allowed a large content sigh to flutter past her lips. then she turned her body and pressed her back against the yoga mat. she laid her arms and legs out. “but this is the pose i think you need. the regular corpse pose will really help that pain.” a smile remained on brinley’s face as she pat the ground beside her. “–unless you’d rather book a massage. i honestly wouldn’t blame you. a corpse pose is nothing to a hot ass masseur giving you a wild ride with their hands.”

“That might be the most revitalizing yoga pose that I’ve ever seen.” Kalani couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips. “I think a massage is a real possibility at this point. Hey! Why don’t you come with me? We can go explore the town, too. I mean, after the weddings, we’ll probably go off on our own, anyway.”

[kalanikane]

-- michaelxbutera

“Yeah, that’s weird, isn’t it? But maybe it’s, like, partly because at first they’re all trying to, I dunno, fall in love, and all that. But then suddenly, it’s like ‘wait, there’s cash involved’, or something…? And then, they, uh, strategise instead for the money. Which is smart, I guess, who you want to date after that is up to you. Yeah, adds that, whole… commitment to the whole equation. It’s okay, I get that, I stutter a lot if I’m nervous.”

“I feel like it’s all just so fake. I watched the most recent season, and I feel like, with the exception of two people, they were all just there to get famous or something. And embarrassingly enough, I almost applied to be on that show. But, there’s something about having to flirt your way through ten guys to find your match is something I’ll never be good at.”

[kalanikane]

-- lila-easton

“Oh, sorry. I just needed a drink…” Lila mumbled, taking another sip of the white wine in her glass. “Reality TV has already taken its toll on me.”

“Well, we all just got publicly married to a complete stranger, I think this wine is well-deserved.” Kalani laughed, sinking into the chair across from the blonde. “How was your ceremony?”

[kalanikane]

-- karimaxm

She nod her head agreeing with the tall girl. “We’re all rolling a dice on this.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders. “Kalani? Wow. I love that name. It’s pretty. It fits you well.” She said with a small smile. “How about he demolish this with some liquor and have a good night.”

“Thank you! It means the heavens, and my mother had had a miscarriage before having me, so she considered me her rainbow baby.” Kalani commented, beaming at the idea of dessert and wine. “That sounds perfect! I definitely need to unwind after all of this.”

[kalanikane]

wedding day

[kalanikane]

-- k-idunn

Fact: Grooms are given a fraction of the time to prepare for the wedding. Fiction: They clearly don’t need all of it.

“Kai.” His name sounded as he gazed into the mirror, reflection mirroring something unreal. Dressed sharply in a tux that’d been tailored to frame, he found himself in awe. Not in least because of the caliber of his clothes, for he’d certainly owned fine ones, but because of everything the tux itself stood for. Fantasy, a fairy-tale ending, Kai was swept up by it all. In this moment, he hoped to be Prince Charming.

“Kai,” the voice sounded again, this time accompanied by a tap on at shoulders. He looked up to a familiar face, the barest hint of worry colouring their gaze. “You okay?” his brother questioned, fingers gently shaking his frame. “Feisty redhead wants us on the ready. It’s go time, little brother.” Kai nodded, still in a daze though offering a grin in consultation. “Here goes nothing,” he uttered as the music cued them in, the procession having already begun.

In the end, it was a lavish wedding and Kai appreciated the magic. If nothing else, the wedding was perfect; a thought that filled his stomach with butterflies. Who was she? Would she like them and what would he think of her? A plethora of questions plagued his mind, though they were soon forgotten as the bridal march sounded. As if in slow motion, the doors open, gifting him a glimpse at his bride-to-be. Beautiful. It was the thought that came to mind as he watched her walk the aisle, her steps elegant in way that defied the times. Kai couldn’t help but feel his present continuously nervousness grow. Here it was. It was happening. He was getting married.

“To all present I say: We are gathered here, not to witness the beginning of what will be and is to come. We do not create this marriage, because we cannot. We can and do, however, celebrate…” The words of the officiant faded to the background over him lips giving way to the slightest smile.  He’d rehearsed his lines and so with confidence he spoke, voice soft yet resounding throughout the hall. “I, Kai, commit myself to you, Kalani, to learn and grow with, to explore and adventure with, to respect in everything as an equal partner. In the foreknowledge of joy and pain, strength and weariness, direction and doubt, for all the risings and settings of the sun. I offer this ring as symbol of our connection and combined strength together.”

Kalani’s eyes scanned the chapel, landing on the man standing beside the priest at the alter. She felt a smile grace her features and her father squeezed her hand, causing her eyes to tear away from his and look at him. “You ready, Lani?” He asked, and this time, she was. All the nervousness in her body had melted away in an instant. “I’ve never been more ready in my life.” 

The older man walked his eldest daughter down the aisle, kissing her cheek and placing her hand in the man’s, giving him the signature ‘hurt her and I’ll hurt you’ look before taking a seat in the first row. Kalani turned her head, glancing back at her sisters, who returned equally proud smiles, before turning her attention to the man before her. The man she was about to marry. The man she was about to potentially spend her life with.

Her nerves settled the minute the priest began, her eyes finding Kai’s again. She listened to the priest’s words, the smile evident on her lips. It was the kind of smile that would make her cheeks hurt if she kept it up for an extended period of time, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. This was meant to be the best day of her life, and the wedding and the man before her seemed to surpass her expectations. 

Finally, it was her turn to speak. She took the white gold band from Kamryn, placing it on his left ring finger. “ I, Kalani, commit myself to you, Kai, to learn and grow with, to explore and adventure with, to respect in everything as an equal partner. In the foreknowledge of joy and pain, strength and weariness, direction and doubt, for all the risings and settings of the sun. I offer this ring as symbol of our connection and combined strength together.”

The priest stepped forward once again, raising his hands up towards the ceiling. “Throughout this ceremony, Kai and Kalani have vowed, in our presence, to be loyal and loving towards each other. They have formalized the existence of the bond between them with words spoken and with the giving and receiving of rings.Therefore, it is my pleasure to now pronounce them husband and wife. Kai, you may now kiss your bride!”

[kalanikane]

-- fckdantc

A small sigh escaped Dante’s lips. He completely understood where she was coming from. Dante himself was twenty five with no experience with long relationships what so ever. Although his terrible attitude towards others kind of sets of a strong repellent. “I get it. Trust me. Although, the gamble of it all makes it kind of interesting. It’s kind of worth the risk. Especially if your a loner– like myself.”  He chuckled awkwardly,“ it’s a pleasure to meet you Kalani. My name’s Dante.” His gaze went to the room behind her, “– so you settled in pretty nicely.” The blue orbs that belonged to him noticed a small picture frame. “Is that your family?” Without thinking he walked passed her to get a closer look at the picture. At that moment, he thought he was overstepping his boundaries by being so curious, but it was too late to turn back. “–they do know that your here getting married, right?”

Kalani turned to face inside her room, stepping into the space slowly. She wrapped her arms around herself, a nervous habit she’d picked up when she was in high school. “I mean, I’ve always been on the shy side, so I’m not the most qualified in the dating department. You could say I kept to myself during high school.” Shrugging, Kalani adjusted a few things on the top of her dresser. “It’s nice to meet you too, Dante. I tried to make this as homey as I could. I mean, it’s not like back home, but it’ll do. She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips, crossing the room and glancing at the photo over his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s me and my sisters and my parents. They do know, my dad isn’t all too happy about it, but when you’re the oldest and have watched your younger sisters get married, you kind of do what you gotta do.”

[kalanikane]

-- michaelxbutera

“Are You The One is so confusing. Like, I don’t really get the whole… perfect match thing. It’s not really, like, it’s more of a game of who matches up to what you said you want in a person, but, I guess, so is this show. And wow. I’m rambling too. I- uh, I’m Michael. Nice to meet you.”

“I’ve always been skeptical of that show. Like, how does it go from four matches every week to them miraculously getting all ten beams on the last week? I don’t trust it. But I mean, I think this concept is a little different. because you actually get married, which is the step farther. It’s okay, I tend to ramble when I’m nervous. It’s nice to meet you, Michael.”

[kalanikane]

-- karimaxm

“Because why the hell not?” She said with a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. “Either it works or it doesn’t right? I mean what do you have to lose?” Karima said “Of course there are doubts about getting married and this whole reality thing but hey.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I was on my way back to the kitchen to see if there was any chocolate or caramel syrup. I’’m Karima by the way. Hey.” She said with a sweet smile. “Want some?”

“I mean, that was my initial thought when I applied for this,” Kalani shrugged, turning on her heel to face the woman. “I mean, I think the biggest doubt that comes with this is marrying a complete stranger. It’s terrifying to think that in six weeks, you’ll either leave with a marriage or a divorce.” She sighed, nodding her head. “I’m Kalani. Ice cream sounds incredible, actually. It’s my number one comfort food.”

[kalanikane]

-- fckdantc

Dante sighed as he walked around aimlessly. He walked around in high hopes of distracting himself. Then, he saw a figure leaning against a door frame. She looked stressed. He wasn’t sure if he should approach her or not, but he did. Maybe she needed help unpacking, he thought. “ hey– you okay?” He said, with a frown plastered on his face.

Kalani wiped at her eyes hastily before turning to face the voice that came from behind her. “Y-yeah,” the brunette nodded, taking a deep breath. “Just a little overwhelmed, is all. You know? Being in the place that you’re gonna leave here potentially married or with a divorce under your belt. It’s a lot to take in.” She sighed, raking her fingers through her hair. “I’m Kalani, by the way.”

[kalanikane]

wedding day

Kalani sucked in her breath as her mother’s fingers slid the zipper of her dress up her back. The gown was gorgeous, despite the mic pack sticking out of the back. “Are you sure this is what you want, baby?” Elizabeth asked, smoothing out the dress as much as she could before turning her daughter to face her. Was this what she wanted? Did she really want to go walk down the aisle towards some stranger and marry him without knowing anything about him? Kalani had been skeptical to the idea when she had first signed up, but she hadn’t thought she’d ever get picked to be cast. It didn’t feel real when she got on the plane, or when she got to the mansion. No, it didn’t feel real until she was put in a wedding dress, her hair and makeup done, mere minutes from marrying a complete stranger. “I think so.” Kalani replied, adjusting the veil on her head with shaky hands. 

The redheaded producer that Kalani had come to hate popped her head into the room, a forced smile on her face. “Kalani, you look absolutely gorgeous. Are you ready for the happiest day of your life?” She spoke with a fake enthusiasm that resulted in a roll of her eyes, followed by a swift smack on the arm by her mother. “Behave.” her mother hissed in her ear. “You chose this.” Kalani sighed, gathering her dress in her hands before making her way out the door and towards the chapel. She stood before the doors, hugging both of her younger sisters briefly before they began their descent down the aisle. She heard the music switch over to the all-too-familiar bridal march, and with a deep breath, Kalani gathered her nerves and began to walk towards the man she’d potentially spend the rest of her life with.

@k-idunn

[kalanikane]

-- artmendoza

Art settled himself a little when he saw that it wasn’t a producer come to tell him off for snooping around. He smiled at the newcomer, though and indicated the stove behind him. “Nope, just… making sure it all works… or if there were more pots hiding inside. Back home, we usually keep the comal and the roasting pan in there… but anyway!” he grabbed the kettle sitting on the stove top and held it up for her to see. “I’ll put some water to boil for the cocoa and tea if you’d still like. I didn’t check to see if there even was any teabags… I’m not a tea drinker,” he admitted. “Or coffee. No judging. People are strangely defensive about their bean and leaf water.”

Kalani laughed, taking a seat at one of the bar-stools that lined the massive island in the middle of the kitchen. “Oh, you totally just used a bunch of kitchen terms I don’t know. I’m a novice cook, I have the bare essentials in my kitchen, but I usually order take-out more often than not because of work.” She shrugged, tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ear. “See, I’m a total tea drinker, but I’m not incredibly defensive of it. I’m not one of those people who need to have a specific brand, or I’ll freak out.” Kalani watched the man make his way around the kitchen. “I don’t blame you on the coffee thing, though. I’ll never understand how people can drink coffee. It’s awful.”

[kalanikane]

-- michaelxbutera

“Yeah, but… they’ve got to fit, what sixteen, people? Plus crew and interviewers? So I think they’d- uh… they’d need the space. At least they didn’t bunk, like four of us together in one room, with one bathroom… it’s worth getting lost a few times for.”

“Well, yeah, that makes sense. I’d hoped it wouldn’t be like that show Are You The One where they shoved like, six people in one room. I mean, it was a good show, but it didn’t have the same feel as this one.” The brunette laughed. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling. I’m Kalani.”

[kalanikane]

Kalani placed the last of her belongings in her room, glancing around the small space. It felt foreign, but the few items she had brought from her own apartment made the room feel a little less vacant. She sighed quietly, placing the framed photo of her family on the nightstand. Was this really a good idea? She was twenty-six and single, while her two younger sisters had found love and begun building their own families. "Why did I do this...” She muttered to herself, leaning against the frame of her door, rubbing her temples.

[kalanikane]

-- brvnleymvller

so there brinley was. she had been laying on her stomach on top of a yoga mat. she’d silently been in that position for the past ten minutes. that was until she thought she heard the sound of footsteps. “before you ask i’m doing yoga. want to join?” of course that was a lie. she wasn’t doing yoga. she had just been laying there on a yoga mat and claiming she was the entire time.

Kalani cracked her head from side to side, rubbing the back of her neck. Though she had spent the past five hours on a plane, the time difference was what was throwing her off the most. She felt like her entire body was stiff, and was minutes away from calling around and booking a deep tissue massage. She passed the door leading to the back yard, noticing someone on a yoga mat. Maybe that could help, Kalani thought to herself, making her way outside. “I mean, it seemed nearly obvious, but I’m curious as to what move that is.” The brunette laughed. “I’d love to join. I just got off the plane and I’m literally in so much pain, I almost called around to book a masssage.”

[kalanikane]

-- eleanormarie

It was almost six in the morning, and Elle found herself at the dining room table surrounded by papers and on a conference call with some of lawyers from her office. She had been so absorbed in her work that she hadn’t noticed someone else walk into the room, and it was only as she hung up that she noticed a figure standing in the doorway. “Oh my goodness,” she gushed apologetically. “I didn’t wake you up, did I? I’m so sorry! It’s just this case that I really need to work on, and with the time difference and everything.”

Kalani yawned, rubbing at her eyes. It was 5:47am, but back home, it was nearing 9. There was a large meeting within her firm at 9:30, one Kalani knew she would be in deep shit if she missed. The time difference was killing her, but with her laptop tucked away in her bag, along with her paperwork for the three cases she had taken on prior to being cast on the show, the brunette padded into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. She put the mug into the microwave, heating the water while she dug through the kitchen to find something to eat. She settled for a muffin, placing it on a napkin and taking the mug from the microwave. She dipped the teabag in, and carried her breakfast towards the dining room, figuring it would be the one place that she would be able to take on the Skype conference without being disturbed.

She was wrong.

Entering the room, she was stopped immediately by a woman with nearly identical paperwork and a conference call of her own. “Oh, I’m sorry!” Kalani froze, balancing the muffin and her tea in one hand, the other on the doorknob. “I was actually trying to come in here myself to work on these cases of my own, and take a meeting. Do you mind? My conference doesn’t start for another 45 minutes, so I don’t think it should overlap yours.”