Knot What You Expected
EPISODE THREE
Bradley: Whatwasin that letter from Calvin?
Bridgette: We didn’t even ask. Ariana held onto that letter for ten years, and it wouldn’t be right to share it with all of our viewers. All I know is that it was precisely what she needed.
Bradley: It must have been, if she joined them for dinner. Though I have to admit, it felt a lot more like the Last Supper than the first.
Bridgette: It certainly was uncomfortable. But they completed their first task. They survived the day. Let’s see what the next has in store for them.
Chapter Thirteen
I never sleep wellin a new location. Vacations are a special kind of hell for me, because it takes me three days to adjust to sleeping somewhere new, and then the vacation is over, and I have run myself ragged for a week.
Which is probably what’s going to happen here.
I shared a bed with Derrick last night, hoping his familiar presence would help me sleep, but it didn’t. He tossed and turned all night, making my night even worse than I anticipated. I can only hope Ivan and Ariana got some good sleep, otherwise we may end up at each other’s throats today.
The television pings, switching to a live video stream. Bradley’s face fills the screen, his almost too-white teeth flashing.
“Grant! Good morning! Where are the others?”
I glance at the clock on the top of the stove. “Uh. Sleeping? It’s not even seven yet.”
“Yes, well, the early bird catches the worm! Or, should I say, the early Beta?”
Why are the jokes TV hosts tell so bad? Do peoplerespond positively to them? I can’t imagine they do. I don’t think anyone is going on social media gushing about how funny Bradley is. Unfortunately, I have to smile and chuckle like he’s the most clever man in the world.
“There is a delivery outside the door. Since you’re the only one here, you can decide how to use it. Enjoy!”
His image fades as fast as it came.
I knew they’d bring us things throughout our stay here, but I wasn’t expecting it at ass-o’clock in the morning. The door swings open easily, revealing a large, brown box. It’s surprisingly heavy as I tote it inside and drop it on the table.
Part of me feels like I should wake everyone before I open it, but Bradley said I get to decide how we use it. Do I want to give up that opportunity?
No way.
I pull open the flaps and peek inside.
Spa supplies. Bath bombs and salts, massage oils, hair and face masks, and four fluffy white robes. On top of all of it is a small note from production.
READ THIS OUT LOUD:
“Good morning, Pack Sax and Onion!
Today, we challenge you to relax. Yesterday was stressful for you all, so we thought you deserved a break. Take some time to breathe and get to know one another. If you complete this task and use all of the supplies offered to you, you’ll recieve a reward this evening. And trust us - you want this one.
There is a pack suite in the back of the apartment. I think you’ll find the bed is perfectly sized for four.
Have a relaxing and restorative day!
Bradley and Bridgette”
DO NOT READ OUT LOUD:
There are no cameras in the bathroom, so try to limit your time in that room. All pack members who enter the bathroom must give an interview about what happened, per our off-camera rules.
