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♚ Mona Fiorella Voclain.
Mona listened to the set of rules intently, now sitting up straight rather than lounging about like before. Everything seemed simple enough, but she knew at one point or another she'd most likely want to pick up that phone behind Chris and ditch the island for good. It wouldn't help if she didn't like her partner either, which felt like something that was bond to happen. The safest bet she had for winning this show would be with Sebastian, and she was sure the only other boy she could stand for more than 5 seconds would be Lamont. Mona gave nervous glances towards the 2 men beside her, something she hoped she'd never do again since being timid wasn't exactly her thing. "Bonne chance, messieurs. (Good luck, sirs.)" She breathed out under her breath in a cowardly manner.
When the images of everyone started shuffling around on the TV, she clutched the cushion beneath her so tightly her nail polish threatened to chip off. Not only was it an unflattering image of her, but her throat tightened at the thought of being partnered with someone who was /actually/ here for love. She hadn't realized how much that would bring her down, and most likely depress her seeing as her nearly heartless self was in this for the money. Mona didn't want to break anymore hearts than she needed to, and she felt like her heart stopped when she saw her face paired next to Will's.
The only encounter she had with him was when she tried not to heave out a sob of mixed emotions when she heard him speak French, and she had hoped it would've been the last. The usual delightful grin she had on her face reappeared and she hopped off the large couch almost too quickly. "Hi, monsieur. You ready to win some cash?"
( Current outfit: HERE. )
Mona listened to the set of rules intently, now sitting up straight rather than lounging about like before. Everything seemed simple enough, but she knew at one point or another she'd most likely want to pick up that phone behind Chris and ditch the island for good. It wouldn't help if she didn't like her partner either, which felt like something that was bond to happen. The safest bet she had for winning this show would be with Sebastian, and she was sure the only other boy she could stand for more than 5 seconds would be Lamont. Mona gave nervous glances towards the 2 men beside her, something she hoped she'd never do again since being timid wasn't exactly her thing. "Bonne chance, messieurs. (Good luck, sirs.)" She breathed out under her breath in a cowardly manner.
When the images of everyone started shuffling around on the TV, she clutched the cushion beneath her so tightly her nail polish threatened to chip off. Not only was it an unflattering image of her, but her throat tightened at the thought of being partnered with someone who was /actually/ here for love. She hadn't realized how much that would bring her down, and most likely depress her seeing as her nearly heartless self was in this for the money. Mona didn't want to break anymore hearts than she needed to, and she felt like her heart stopped when she saw her face paired next to Will's.
The only encounter she had with him was when she tried not to heave out a sob of mixed emotions when she heard him speak French, and she had hoped it would've been the last. The usual delightful grin she had on her face reappeared and she hopped off the large couch almost too quickly. "Hi, monsieur. You ready to win some cash?"
( Current outfit: HERE. )