![]() ![]() I watched as the corner of his mouth pulled up into a smile and knew that he’d seen me. He turned ever so slightly more, and the gray of his eyes caught mine. One of the women he was talking to put her hand on his shoulder, and he laughed, turning his head slightly so that I could see the edge of his jaw and the ridge of his nose. His back was to me, so all I could see was the way the fabric of his jacket stretched across his strong shoulders and back. I spotted the blonde of his hair first, combed back with the light glinting off of it. “Nash isn’t here tonight,” he said, “but Gray is over there.” He nodded his head towards the other side of the room, and my gaze followed as if in a trance. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, turning my nose up in the air. I shrugged his arm off of my shoulder and crossed my arms. Xander leaned down and poked my cheek, smirking like his older brother. I couldn’t help the blood that rushed to my face. Don’t act like he’s the brother you’re interested in,” Jameson teased. Xander just continued to smile cheerily and took another bite of his dessert. “Xander, don’t talk with your mouth full,” I scolded. “Hello,” Xander said, his mouth half full. He held a cookie in his other hand and took a bite. He was also in a tuxedo, but he’d loosened the black tie around his neck. I looked up into the smiling face of Alexander Hawthorne. Jameson simply shrugged as an arm fell around my shoulders. “You really can’t turn off the charm, can you?” I asked, giving him a look. “How many times have I dressed up for events like this? And how many times have you said that exact thing?” “Well, well, Heiress,” he said, smirking, “you clean up nicely.” Jameson said something to the couple and met me halfway. I smiled back and made my way over to him. ![]() Off to the side, I noticed Jameson Hawthorne in a classic black tuxedo talking to a couple of people. Finally, I reached the bottom, and everyone resumed talking amongst each other, trying to pretend as if they hadn’t just spent a good thirty seconds staring at me. I only held my chin higher and continued smoothly down the steps. My heels clicked on the marble as I walked and heads swiveled to watch. I made my way down the grand staircase that led to the large ballroom the gala was being held in. There was no changing the will-no matter how hard the Hawthorne daughters had tried. Over the past five years, I had learned to accept the stares and pictures, gossiping and whispers that came with being the Hawthorne Heiress. Especially when you got to keep it from the entire world.Īs we ascended the steps, Oren fell back behind me, content to let me take the spotlight. I did my best to keep the smirk off my lips, but I didn’t succeed. I ignored them all, letting Oren lead me through the cordoned off walkway into the museum where the gala for tonight was being hosted. I would never get used to the flashing cameras, I thought to myself as I stepped out of the limo, Follies Lace Louboutin pumps on my feet and a bright, red smile at the ready. Only bought this dress so you could take it off Say my name and everything just stops i don’t want you like a best friend ~dress, taylor swift ![]()
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