You had walked around all day and still, you weren't tired. She acted angry for another thirty seconds then hugged you back. "She's the agent that helped me to organize this weekend, you don't need to worry, querida," you hugged her. "Yes, y/n, I trust you but excuse me for being insecure when I girl I don't know texts you at this time," she crossed her arms. She texted you," she flung the phone at you. "You don't trust me? Why did you feel the need to look through my phone?" "Carla, what are you doing with my phone?" "Who the fuck is Catalina?" She held up your phone. When you exited the bathroom, she looked mad. Back into your room after a stroll in the hotel's courtyard, you needed to use the toilet and you left her alone for two minutes. You knew you were still young in your mid-twenties, but you had been both in different relationships before and not once did it feel this right. You were so in love with the girl that you were willing to give your life for hers. You weren't a big fan of having your picture taken, but whatever Carla asked for, you couldn't deny it to her. "And I'll take thousands of pictures!" She added enthusiastically. You changed into something fancier than travel clothes and had dinner in the hotel's restaurant with the sunset in the background. "I knew you'd be starving," you chuckled, "We have reservations at the restaurant." "This place looks like a fairytale," she pecked you again, "but I'm hungry." Once you were settled in your room and Carla was done admiring the view from your balcony, she jumped in your arms and kissed you. The hotel itself was captivating it was set on the edge of Ronda's famous gorge. Her reaction - and yours too - was exactly what you hoped for. The medieval aura of the place was mesmerizing. You parked the car and took the two bags with your and her belongings. The pure look of amazement on her face was enough to reassure you that she already loved this place. "Are we there yet? We left Madrid five hours ago," She complained.Īn hour later her face was outside the window and she was in awe of the beauty that was the city of Ronda. She was so curious and tried to persuade you in a thousand ways but you didn't surrender. You could only hope she wouldn't hope for Paris and that she'd appreciate your efforts. You surprised her with a weekend away from the city but you didn't tell her where you were taking her. Which couple in this murderous coterie of rich kids is the hottest? Beware of light spoilers.You were in the car with your girlfriend on your way to Ronda. Even that murder is hot, though, because Élite is so perfectly plotted that it satisfies your appetite for hot people doing dirty things and annoying people being killed off in one fell swoop.īecause I believe that extremely dramatic, extremely hot, extremely sneaky teens deserve to be Seen, I have taken another look at the teen queens Élite has to offer. And, lest we forget, someone is murdered. Every high-school-show stereotype plays out here to thrilling, surprising results: They scheme and have sex and forget to do their homework and scheme and have sex and forget to do their homework some more. It’s Big Little Lies in Gossip Girl’s uniform, sure, but it also invests deeply in causing as much hot, horny romantic drama as possible. Élite pirouettes where other teen dramas would merely pivot. Netflix’s Spanish-language drama Élite will out-do your wildest high-school TV fantasy.
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