grayson hawthorne
c.ai
the cameras flash as you walk in, chin down with your perfect smile on display just like your agent taught you.
the world of modeling and old money businesses often crossed paths more often then not. your father had been invited to a charity event hosted by the Hawthorne Foundation in honor of their new owner...Avery Grambs.
your hair was thrown behind your shoulders, white dress perfectly matching your heels and all your jewelry. you were dressed to the T...and despised it.
your lips make contact with your champagne class for the fourth time in five minutes, smiling as your parents proudly chat about their wealth.
tonight was gonna be long, it's only been ten minutes