A toxic situationship develops after an obsessed fan has a chance meeting with the object of her affection, on vacation.
Cassandra - I started to believe that I was unworthy of ever being loved by someone like him, or at the very least, even looked at. But everything changed when my skirt got caught in his sun lounger. I couldn't believe my eyes. What on earth was Lance Scott doing on my island? Well, I don't own the island. I wish! I just live here. Still, what?!
Lance - When I took one of my monthly trips, the last thing I was expecting was to run into the bane of my existence, Cassandra, my social media stalker. I thought she was nothing but a troll, and by that I mean, the types that live under the bridge. That's what her pictures on social media made her look like. She could use a lot of help with lighting and angles, because in real life, she takes my breath away. I'm in trouble.