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To: Fiona Stone
From: Emmy Clarke
Subject: Fiji Shoots
Fiona,
Can you please send s while we are here in Fiji? We’d like to knohat is planned for the duration of the trip
Thank you,
Eive her so to think about
"If you’d like e your social media presence, like Gunnar used to, I’ll just need your passwords for the sites you’d like reat"
I could post behind-the-scenes pictures of his shoots His fans would appreciate seeing snippets of those
"Excellent" I felt more in control and confident aboutoff the plane, I realized I was in desperate need of a shower I wanted to wash e out of the ruhteen hours After collecting our luggage Ben and I moved toward the airport exit where I spotted a uniforn that read Ben Shaw I poked him in the side with ed a pickup I was planning to grab a cab"
Oh, Fiona How lovely God, I was really going to have to keep ht this tihtened my shoulders and followed the driver and Ben
Once outside the humidity smacked me in the face My hair instantly increased in volus--a tiny little airport surrounded by massive palm trees
I slid into the white limousine, which was really quite ridiculous for two people, while Ben assisted the driver with placing our bags inside the trunk
This was my first visit to the South Pacific and I was in awe of the idyllic setting, crystal-blue waters, brilliant blue and cloudless sky, tropical flowers and plants, and rolling hills in the distance Everything was lush and green Vibrant, and so pretty
The driver stopped in front of a pink-and-white stucco hotel It was char the natural beauty of the island stand out
We headed inside and I felt out of place in my jeans and T-shirt, which would’ve been fine back ho but sophisticated The lobby was little e, thatched roof pitched overthe ocean breeze to lift strands of hair fro view of the beach beyond
We were handed cocktails poured into real coconuts while we checked in I sipped the icy, sweet concoction, letting the flavors of spiced ruue while Ben handed over his credit card I could get used to this life