i had a marvellous time ruining everything/ grayson hawthorne

you're on your own kid

"You're on your own, kid
  You always have been"

wow.

this place 

is 

fucking huge.

That was one of the many sentences  to describe Hawthorne house. I was  gobsmacked at how big the front entrance was, but the house its self was huge. It could probably fit 50 times my house. Grayson was looking at me and it seems that he picked up on me being gobsmacked Because he smirked at me and said "if you could please exit the car i will escort you to your room". 

The hard marble floors made a weird clacking noise against my heels as i walked across the great hall and followed Grayson up the stairs. My white suit was pristine almost matching the white marble that lined what Grayson called the entrance hall but looked more like a giant ballroom. he led me into the winding corridors 

We walked for what seemed forever until we reached a wing with a bunch of doors and portraits. there were one for each grandchildren of the old man.  i think we may have passed a cinema and a ice rink on the way but i wasnt quite sure. 

Grayson stopped at a door in the middle of the hall, dragging me out of my thoughts "This is your room ms foster i hope you will find your stay comfortable, your bodyguard is invited only to the gala so i would recommend not  leaving Hawthorne house in the meantime. The will reading is tomorrow , someone will pick you up from your room at 9 o'clock sharp. If you need anything you have Ms Ortegas number. good day Ms Foster"

And with that he left. I pushed open the door to see my suitcase already on my bed. i opened my briefcase and took out the letters i had received a year earlier from Tobias Hawthorne himself. the letters were the story of a girl named Emily and how she went cliff diving with Grayson and the guilt and pain the ensued with both of the brothers and the family dynamic between them all . I  quickly stuffed  the letters into my suitcase and then unpacked all of my clothes into the set of drawers and set up my laptop on the desk and proceeded to work. 

5 difficult and tiring  meetings later i was exhausted. it was dark outside. I checked the time on my phone and it was 8. i had 3 new notifications from the group chat and 2 from my bestie mattie. i went onto insta and regretted it instantly, the first thing i saw was a tabloid saying that i was apparently "dating" Grayson Hawthorne  and decided to get an early night. 

i set out my outfit for tomorrow and sunk into the 4 poster bed. It was soft and fluffy. It literally felt like you were floating on clouds. lying there i felt more alone now , then how i had felt when he left me. my mind slowly thought about the Hawthorne's and their grandfather. 

The last thing i thought before i fell asleep was that in the last letter the old man had sent me , he had said that he had a surprise for Grayson in the future and one that included me as well.