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THE DAY AFTER, Avery had travelled to the firm to read the version of the will printed in red ink, texting Jameson everything he'd need to know. Who then told Madelyn everything she would need to know. Maddy was more than ready to dig into it all, partially because she felt as though she hadn't spoken to Jameson in forever.
But, after Jamie and Avery ended up in an accident, courtesy of one of Jameson's ridiculous ideas, everything was put on hold. Meaning Madelyn was stuck with nothing but her thoughts for days. She occupied herself the best she could, fulfilling small tasks here and there around the house that Skye had asked her to do. There was no way she would have refused anyway, she was on thin ice with the woman after sticking up for Avery.
Unfortunately for her, one of those days included attending 'The Hawthorne Foundation' event, which had arrived a lot quicker than she expected. Maddy arrived with Avery, and even though she was slightly jealous that her best friend was more interested in spending time with his mystery girl than her, she found Avery's friendship to be a one she had grown to value.
The whole journey to the Foundation was filled with Oren lecturing Avery on what to expect and what what not to do. Turns out, most people at these events are intolerable snobs. Maddy had spent her whole life at fancy events such as this one, yet for some reason, she was still as nervous as the girl beside her, if not more.
The second the car rolled up to the entrance, the door was yanked open, and Grayson stood beside it, holding out his hand to help Avery out of the car. "Mr Grambs," he greeted, turning back to the car to offer Madelyn his hand too, "Maddy" he said her name with a nod. She shuffled over the seat, completely ignoring his outstretched hand as she clutched onto the side of the door to steady her whilst getting out of the vehicle.
"I'm supposed to meet Zara," Avery spoke up, cutting through the tensioned air. Madelyn knew she was being petty and probably making every interaction more awkward for everyone around them, but did she care? No.
"Zara isn't coming. She's convinced that you are in need of... guidance." He cleared his throat as his eyes subtly flitted over Madelyn's figure. "For some reason, my aunt seems to believe that guidance would be best received coming from me." Grayson continued as he led the two girls inside of the hall. Every wall was covered in ornate paintings and tapestries, and scattered around the rooms on display were ceramics and antiques of all kinds.
"You took these?" Avery asked, her attention on a section of photographs to her left.
"My grandfather believed that you have to see the world to change it. He always said that I was the one with the eye."
"I like that one, very much," she said to Grayson, pointing to the other end of the room where a where a large photograph was hung up. Vibrant colours could be seen from even their distance away, but as Madelyn looked up from her shoes to see which piece Avery was talking about, it wasn't the sunset that caught her eye, but the silhouette of a girl on a swing. Her on a swing. "It's gorgeous." Avery complemented.
