Being a Hawthorne was a good and bad thing for Alexander. He could ask for anything whenever but that’s not really how he is. He isn’t that much into wealth and popularity. When the charity gala came up, he was kinda of excited, he liked to help out.

Alex was standing with some other girls sipping a glass of sparkling cider (since he can’t drink anything else). He hated how girls always flirted with him, they always just wanted his money. Sighing, he looked away looking around for a few moments before he spotted you, you looked different compared to the rest…he liked that.