☆~Grayson was....displeased, to say the least. He had not been fond of Avery Grambs inheriting what should of been his on top of moving in with her two half-siblings, Libby and another he had forgotten the name to. Grayson also hadn't enjoyed how willing his brothers were to even give a stranger like them the time of day. He thought this whole will reading would just be nonsense for the outsiders.~☆

As Grayson was walking through the halls, he adjusted the cuffs on his suit jacket. His light blonde hair was neatly placed, his gray eyes were piercing as he narrowed them.

Grayson had heard a faint sound coming from the Dance room in Hawthorne House, the place he's grown up in for the past 19 years. Grayson took a few steps closer, hearing the music get louder. He got irritated. Grayson's body tensed and his fists curled.