@businesbitch
Lexa walked into the villa with the exact opposite demeanor of somebody being taken on a ten day vacation in the warmth and sun of the ocean side spring break retreat the Goldman family had planned for that year. Granted, that would because to her, the time with her family wasn’t exactly worth the otherwise paradise-like accommodations. “Helloooo, I’m here,” she called out in a sing-song tone when she opened the front door, not immediately seeing any of her family. Luckily. She had heard both Charles and Mallory were bringing their significant others, which was just great for her. Then she’d be seventh wheeling in this hell-scape, and she was sure the fact that she was single would be another thing for her parents to rag on her for.
She hadn’t even wanted to come, but this annual spring break trip was non-negotiable. So she had claimed her school schedule was heavier than it was, and she couldn’t come in until the last possible moment, getting on the latest flight out. So by the time she dropped her bags in the foyer, it was already dark out, the rest of the family had been there for somewhere between twelve to eight hours, and she was hoping they had all gotten boozy enough they had passed out, so she wouldn’t have to see them until the morning.
Kicking off her shoes, Lexa padded into the kitchen, her ears on high alert as she tried to make sure no one would catch her off guard. She really wasn’t in the mood to see them. Luckily, no one was around as she made her way through the house, grabbing a beer in the fridge before noticing the view from the deck outside the kitchen. It was peaceful - probably the last peaceful moment she’d have in this place, so Lexa obviously quietly let herself out the door, a sigh escaping between her lips before she noticed that she was not in fact alone, as she had hoped. Her eyes met the unfamiliar males, one eyebrow arching up. “Who the hell are you?” Lexa finally said, honestly one of the kinder greetings running through her head.
