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Houston from Russia when he was ten. His accent was a mix of harsh Russian with laid-back Southern charm. Listening to him speak was pleasant, to say the least. I could tell he would be popular on the show. The girls would love his ash blonde hair and deep blue eyes.
    I made my way across the deck and joined my new roommates, Emily and Rosa, where they sat around a large wooden table, watching the guys in the pool. Emily was easy to spend time with and there was never a break in conversation when she was around.
    Rosa was far more reserved and hesitant to open up to outsiders, but she was becoming chattier as the evening went on. She told me about her three-year-old daughter named Lily. Rosa was such a doting mother and this was the first time she had been away from her baby for a long period. Her fiancé was at home looking after Lily and she came into the competition wanting to follow her dream while providing a promising future for her family. I admired her for that, but I could see the wistful look on her face whenever she spoke of her family.
    “Hey girls, I think I have found our last roommate,” Emily pointed to the girl standing by her side.
    “This is Regan. Regan, meet Rosa and Kyla, your new roomies.” We welcomed Regan to sit down and she shyly took a seat next to me as she sipped on her can of soda. She had mousy blonde hair that fell halfway down her back. Her face was pale and she had a gorgeous scattering of freckles spread over her nose and on to her cheeks. Her face was free of any makeup bar some colorless lip-gloss. She looked to be barely a teenager. Her gray eyes glanced from Rosa to me, and then back to Rosa again.
    “How old are you, Regan?” Rosa asked, placing her wine onto the glass tabletop.
    “Sixteen,” Regan responded shyly.
    “You are just a baby girl. Stay with me, I’ll look after you.”
     Rosa’s motherly instinct kicked in and I was happy that Regan might distract her from missing her baby, if only for a little while.
    Two girls sauntered over to us, placing their drinks on the table.
    “Hi ladies,” the taller of the two announced. “I’m Victoria and this is Laura.”
    We all introduced ourselves and then struggled to get a word in as Victoria talked about herself. She told us she was a fashion major from New York. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and her face was plastered with makeup. Her dark brown eye shadow and bright coral lipstick seemed a little overdone for a pool party. She was wearing a white chiffon dress, which seemed more bridal than casual, but something told me she liked to show off her size zero figure. Her offsider, Laura, was equally as formal. Wearing a black baby-doll dress with her dark brown hair straightened and falling perfectly around her slim face. Her makeup was less obvious with a golden eye shadow, but she donned the same hideous coral lipstick as Victoria.
“He is just so yummy,” Victoria announced as she watched the boys in the pool. “What do you girls think?”
    “Think of who?” Emily asked and I could detect annoyance in her voice.
    “Marc, the tall blonde guy with the incredible body, isn’t he hot?” Victoria glanced at us with a grin on her face.
    There was something about her that rubbed me the wrong way.
    “He’s okay, I guess,” Emily responded.
    “He’s more than okay,” Victoria announced and Laura giggled. “You have to admit he’s the best looking guy here?” she persisted.
    She looked in my direction and I shrugged my shoulders. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something told me I couldn’t trust Victoria. It was as though she was baiting us and I wasn’t going to partake in her games.
    “These girls are a bore. There’s room for us in the jacuzzi. Let’s go.” Victoria said to Laura, ensuring we all heard her charming proclamation that we were boring.
    Both girls stood and strutted off toward the jacuzzi.
    “Well that was…” Emily paused trying to find a word to