Jameson circles around me, exploring my gown with his gaze. I smile as he touches the expensive fabric.
"It's stunning, Heiress," He mumbles, hand resting on my waist. I peer at myself in the floor length mirror, admiring the dress. Jameson stands behind me, watching me. His lips twitch into a smile as I look at him through the reflection.
It's a red dress, silky, water falling over the curves of my body. The straps are thin, accentuating my sharp collar bone. Jameson wears a blood red vest, same as my dress. He looks very handsome.
"They're waiting for us, Heiress," Jameson murmurs in my ear. I nod, turning toward the door. Jameson follows me down the stairs, gripping my hand as we descend the marble steps.
All three of his brothers stand in their suits, watching us. Libby smiles softly, her arm intertwined with Nash's. Xander and Max match. They both wear the color midnight blue, beaming like a pair of madmen.
Grayson stands alone, hands clasped in front of his angular body. He gives me a rare smile, small in size, yet his teeth flash, contrasting with the black he's adorned in. The color suits him perfectly, in some strange way. He has no partner at his side.
Grayson Hawthorne refuses to get a girlfriend. I suppose he has a good point, since he can't seem to find a girl to suit his personality, but I hope he'll snag one someday. He deserves a girl who loves him.
