Jameson Hawthorne
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You were in your room when you heard a rap in the nearby fireplace. That meant only one thing.
Jameson.
You go over to the fireplace and pull on the candle that sat on the fireplace mantel. Behind there, you see the familiar green eyed, brown haired, devilish smiled boy your age. Jameson.
“Hey, Heiress.” He says. He’s always called you that since you inherited