Willow Fitch, the global phenomenon. She's walked the Victoria's Secret Runway Fashion Show since she debuted her modeling career, as well as modeling for the big lingerie company, been on 20 covers of VOGUE, and she hasn't even started.
But what no...
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Willow's Outfit:
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CHAPTER ELEVEN// GIGI
I take a sharp inhale of breath. This place was for me. It was all for me. He had planned out our future together. In a beautiful place, too. The response caused a new wave of tears, and I knew that I had made the wrong decision. I would have been happy here. I would have had the love of my life. We could have already been married, most likely. I would have been there for all his accomplishments, and I'm positive, whatever it is that I would have busied myself with, he would have been there to support me 100%.
Grayson comforts me again, his embrace calming me. Once again, I have a sense of déjà vu. Of all of those years where he would comfort me when my mother would hurt my feelings or other problems in my then small world.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"Nothing," I decided to answer. "Everything's fine."
He gives me a skeptical look, but doesn't push any further. And for a long time, we just sit there, in each other's arms.
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I wake up the next morning in Grayson's bed. I stretch and run my hand over the smooth bedcovers. The sun is streaming through streaming through the glass, but surprisingly doesn't blind me. I yawn before rolling over and sitting up. I am still in my clothes from last night. He must have carried me inside. I smile and make a mental note to thank him later.
I run my fingers through my tangled hair before strolling out to the living room. He isn't on the couch, and that's when I realize that he had a light practice today before his game. I go into the kitchen and find a note on the coffee machine.
Guten Morgen!
Hope you slept well. I'll be at practice until noon and then I have a conference until 1300. I should be home by 1330. Then we'll be free to do whatever until 1600 when I have to start getting ready to head over to the stadium. Here's the key , in case you leave the penthouse. See you later,
