(Untitled)
Emma Grace Frost sat in her white Town Car, leaning back and sipping on a cup of tea. It was still before noon. Too early to break out the wine. Her icy blue eyes glittered with envy as she passed by the Waldorf=Astoria, her mind catching the thoughts of the hotel drones inside preparing the banquet hall for that night’s charity event. A charity
( Read more... )
Comments 3
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment