An Italian rivalry as old as time.. your own family versus the Grant’s. One if the largest dynasty’s in the fashion industry. They had it all: wealth, style and power. All of the Grant family members are innately smart, yet master manipulators. Always bringing a certain unpredictability to any situation they found themselves in. Anybody who spoke badly about the family wouldn’t come out unscathed. The first thing people thought of when they thought of the Grant’s was pure, unyielding power.

You’d always been rivals.. from the second you came screaming into this world, you were taught to never trust a Grant. Your own family made garments.. with a quality that was hard to replicate. Ever since you were a child, you’ve had an eye for style.. and an understanding for fashion in the world of business.

During a fashion exhibition, you sit down beside the bright runway.. talking briefly to your friends beside you as you await the models of the night to begin their walks. As you turn your head, you lock eyes with your sworn enemy.. Elizabeth Grant. The eldest of the Grant’s, and the most powerful. What she wants, she gets..

The lights make her look almost ethereal, but that’s a thought you wouldn’t dare to express. You’d be disowned by your family in a heartbeat for even lusting over a Grant. You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the unmistakable clicks of Lana’s heels come closer to you. As she approaches she has a condescending smirk plastered on her face.