Page 8 of Single Girl Rules #GoddessContest

“Pretty minimal. If I recall correctly, they just send three guards over on the boat with the guests each morning. But guests have to scan their ID to get back on the boat at the end of the day.”

He said something else, but I was more interested in the boxes that Ghostie and Teddybear had just dropped in front of me.

Justin grabbed the lid of one of the boxes. “Chastity Morgan, are you ready for this?”

“Yes! Open it!”

“It is my honor to present to you, the Odegaard 2014 Resort collection.” He opened the box and my mouth dropped.

It was pure perfection. I snatched the box out of his hands and pulled Slavanka into the dressing room.

I tried not to look in the mirror while Slavanka adjusted all the straps of the bikini. I wanted to experience the big reveal right along with Teddybear and Ghostie. It was going to be epic.

“Ready, boys?” I called.

“Yes!” screamed Justin.

I opened the door and strutted out.

Justin put his hand to his forehead and fell dramatically onto a fainting couch. And I couldn’t blame him. I’d never looked so glamorous, and that was saying something.

Speaking of fainting…I was pretty sure all three other boys had actually fainted. Because they hadn’t said a word yet.

“Well, boys. What do you think?” I asked as I twirled in front of the mirror. Wow, I was obsessed.

“They’re nice,” said Teddybear without looking up from the stack of papers.

“Mhm,” grunted Ghostie.

“You didn’t even look!”

“Hmmm?”

Bad Teddybear!I walked over and put my foot up on the paper he was reading.

He finally looked up at me. “Holy shit.”

“Aren’t these amazing?”

“Yes. But are you sure they’re supposed to be different heights?”

“Uh, yeah.” One of the lime green boots went nearly to my ass, while the other one was a little bootie. “Asymmetric boots are going to be a new trend.”

“Right?” said Justin. “Go to bed, matching shoes.” He said it with such disdain.

“What does that even mean?” asked Teddybear.

“It means the trend of matching shoes is 2014’s equivalent of a petulant toddler. They need to be sent to bed.”

“Uh, okay.” He went back to looking at the papers.

“Want to see more?” asked Justin.

“Yes!”

He opened another box. “Oh my God. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Are you thinking that matching shoes just came back in?”

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