delilah
voices drifted from other areas of the villa as delilah made her arrival. on an average day, dee would’ve taken that as her cue to make her grand entrance; walk in uninvited, take everyone’s breath away, steal the show and such — you know, the usual. but unlike an average day, she was about to start a reality show, wasn’t dressed yet, and hadn’t seen a mirror in hours. obviously, first impressions had to wait.
delilah made a beeline towards one of the rooms that sounded empty, and was relieved to find her ears hadn’t failed her. she quickly claimed the nearest bed, dropping her bags on top of it, before retrieving her new outfit from one of them. it took little to no time for her to change; she’d only been wearing biker shorts and a random crop top before, and it’s not like the current bikini and barely there cover up was much more to get into.
with that off her checklist, dee got mic’d up, then made her way to the attached bathroom, desperate to find a mirror. once she did, she was pleased to find that she looked, for lack of a better word, perfect. she hadn’t really expected much different. still, she leaned into the mirror for a few moments, deep red nails toying with long brown locks — finishing touches were important, right? at that moment, dee heard another person enter the room, and was unfazed when they wandered into the bathroom she’d left open.
delilah caught their eye through the mirror, her own hazel ones giving the person a quick up and down. a ghost of a smirk pulled at her glossed lips; let the show begin, then. “you know,” she started, making eye contact through the mirror still, “some might call you rude for walking in on a lady while she’s still getting ready,”
the faint hum of silence ; music to ears so used to hearing the emptiness of loudness . often she’s found herself a small person in a world too big – unforgiving , callous , reminding her how unwanted she is . but here , the villa , the contestants – the mic belt around her waist , sadie feels normal . regular sized human that matters in the long run , because when this airs – people will CARE . they’ll look to her & see more than flitting sundresses & a carefully chosen smile ; they’ll see a girl that they care about & hopefully a storyline they’ll fall in love with . but even the thought of falling in love , makes her skin crawl with nervous excitement ; she doesn’t want it , not really – she’s not here to seek it out , but in the case it happens , would she be opposed ? disgrace of aphrodite , blessed with beauty & yet , shuns love .
& despite her affluence , growing up on a sprawling ranch & memorizing large floor plans , she’s turned around in the villa she hasn’t gotten used to yet . met with strangers , her lips have smiled & her eyes have taken in some of the most beautiful people she’s ever gotten to meet ; she doesn’t compare to any of them – especially not the femme in the bathroom that she’s just walked in . church girl , she bows her head the way she does when speaking to god – polite , but laced with an underlying shame ( he looks down upon her , a fraud in pure white with a LIE wrapped around her finger ) . she allows a blush to grow onto porcelain skin before joining her at the mirror , purity ring almost getting tangled in her own hair . ❛ well , mama said it’s okay as long as we’re both girls . ❜ a joke – if only mama knew the things she did with girls while getting ready . ❛ besides , you look plenty ready – super model ready , actually . ❜
