Chapter 14: Meant For You

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{Gracelyn Adams}

"Angel, are you ready to go?", Shawn asked me from the living area of our hotel room. I open the bedroom door and pull my luggage with me. "Yup. Let's go." We make our way down to the lobby and out to the car. "Hey, guys.", Andrew says as we climb the bus. "Hiya.", I say in return.

"Y'all get good rest? It's a busy day today. Y'all are getting styled for the AMAs and then we are heading back to New York." "Yup. We are ready.", Shawn says.

"How long till we get to Tiffany's?", Shawn asks, getting in the car next to me and shutting the door. "About an hour." "Is Tiffany styling Grace too?", Shawn asks. "No, she is having Allie style Grace. She works with Tiffany at her office. On awards day, having one stylist to more than one person is a lot. It's very uncommon.", Andrew said from the front of the car.

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"Shawn! I've missed you!", I look at the sound of the voice, seeing Tiffany walking towards us. "Hey, Tiff! How are you?", he hugs her tightly. "I'm great. It seems you're doing good, huh? Hi, I'm Tiffany!", she says hugging me. "I've heard so many great things about you." We pull away from the hug and I smile. "I've heard the same about you. I'm Gracelyn. Nice to meet you." She takes my hands and smiles. "The pleasure is all mine. So, why don't we get going, huh?"

Shawn takes my hand and we follow Tiffany up the stairs. "So, Shawn, you can go to your regular room. Grace, I'll give you a little tour of the studio." Shawn kisses my cheek, "I'll text you." I smile. "Okay." "Bye, lovebug.", he says smiling at me. I smile and he closes the door to his room.

"Okay, right this way, Gracelyn." She leads me down a long hallway that splits two ways at the end. "You can call me Grace. You know, if you'd like." "Okay, Grace.", she says smiling. "On the right, as you saw, is Shawn's regular room, yours is right across, Grace, both of y'alls connect to the bathrooms that are across from each other in the hall, then the last two doors are mine and Allie's offices. Allie is going to be your stylist." I smile. "Okay. Thank you so much." "No problem. Now, as we get to the end of the hallway, the hallway splits two directions, to the right is the lounge, to the left is the photography room, and then right in front of us is the balcony."

"Tiffany, this place is absolutely beautiful." "Thank you. And you can call me Tiff. You know, if you'd like.", she grins playfully. I chuckle. "Okay, Tiff." She chuckles. "Okay, let's go see Allie.", Tiff says as she opens the office door. "Allie? I have Gracelyn with me."

A young woman with dirty blonde hair and green eyes stands up from behind a desk. "Oh my gosh, Gracelyn, I've been wanting to meet you since Shawn met you!", Allie says coming over to us, engulfing me in a hug. I laugh at her giddiness. "Nice to meet you." Allie pulls back and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"Gosh, you're as beautiful as Shawn described." I blush and look down. "He talked about me?" "Since y'all have met.", she agrees. "But, we met a long time ago." She smiles. "I know. He always had something new to say about you." "Hopefully good things.", I chuckle nervously. "Oh, he always did. Never something bad.", she said gently.

"Okay, I'm gonna go with Shawn. See y'all in a bit.", Tiff says, leaving the room. "Are you ready?", Allie asks excitedly. I nod. "I've never done anything like this.", I laugh. She leads me back down the hallway. "That's no big deal. I've been in this business since I was 16. And ironically enough, I pretty much have the same style as you."

She opens the door to the room, letting the natural light from the windows pour into the hallway. I walk in and gasp at the view. "Wow. this is stunning." "Isn't it?", she says, shutting the door. I look around, taking in my surroundings. on the back wall sits a big lighted vanity with multiple drawers filled with who knows what. On top sits hair products and makeup brushes. Next to it sits racks full of dresses upon dresses. In the center of the room lays a coffee table and next to it a white couch.

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