Page 125 of Paparazzi Perfect
My ModelMe contract starts soon, I’m so excited for it, and I can’t wait to catch up with Sass and all the girls when I go to the Gold Coast. Oh my god I miss those girls like there’s no tomorrow!
Tomorrow we’re flying back to Australia to pick up the house keys. I’m still have trouble believing that the beautiful house in Summer Beach will be ours for real. Karson’s already been asking me what styles I like for the interior design.
Being together is even better than I ever imagined. He’s thoughtful. Open. Kind. No two days are the same, and things are never boring. But we also enjoy our quiet moments together, like when we read beside the fireplace, sipping hot chocolate.
Plus, what the hell? The man looks as though he was sculpted by the gods.
What can I say? I’m a goner.
And I can’t believe I get to call him mine.
Love,
Ivy xx
KARSON
With our eyes glued to the carousel, I stood alongside Ivy as we leaned against each other, waiting for her last bag to appear.
It’d been an incredible trip. She was amazing, we’d spent every day together and even that hadn’t been enough.
On the flight home, we wore matching pajamas and gorged ourselves on chocolates while watching countless movies. After I fell asleep, I had the sweetest dream about her, the best part was that when I awoke… she was still there.
When we’d arrived back in Sydney, even from inside the airport, we could tell it was blazing hot outside—the humidity rushed through the constantly opening doors, but it was fantastic to be back.
Ivy stifled a yawn. We watched the carousel spin in circles, lost in our own thoughts…
Every day, I’d learned something new about her. She constantly surprised me with things I knew nothing about. Like the 3-3-3 method of packing that can create up to twenty-seven outfits!
What the hell? I’m going to be trying that one next time I go away,I thought, staring at the trolley, already overloaded withmyluggage.
Our holiday was unforgettable. But I was glad to be back and couldn’t wait to pick up the keys to the new house.
While Ivy enjoyed her spa treatments at the resorts, I’d managed to organize the upcoming opening of the kickboxing studio. I video-interviewed the candidates, but I hadn’t been able to choose between the top two. So, I chose them both.
Georgia and Harry would each, in their own way, be invaluable to the studio’s success. I hadn’t told Ivy yet. When things were up and running, I wanted to take her there and surprise her.
Another small yawn escaped her lips. “You could’ve warned me you’re like an Olympic skier,” she chuckled as she squeezed my arm tighter.
“Man, I did not know you were so competitive! You’ll just have to accept my skiing victory, Firefly.” I grinned.
“Fine.” She smiled. “But I’m sticking with snowboarding. I feel more at home on a board.”
“Ah, yes, and when I get those surfing lessons you promised me, you can seek your revenge on the waves.”
“You’re on. No getting out of it now,” she said, a spark lighting her eyes.
I pulled her against me. “So how would you rate our vacation?”
“It was pretty good.” She stared at me, straight-faced, without blinking.
Nothing could’ve been further from the truth. I gaped at her.
“Seriously.” She kissed me. “It was.” She kissed me again. “Absolutely the best.” Her lips pressed against mine as her arms wrapped around my neck.
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” I murmured, kissing her between the words as I gazed into the gold hues in her eyes.
“My favorite part was Christmas in the chalet. It wasunforgettable,” Ivy said. “The staff was always so helpful. I’m glad you tipped them so generously—they deserved it. But I may have developed some…badhabits. I might need breakfast in bed every day now.” She grinned.
