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My parents always taught me to fight for what I want. Thanks to them I have everything.

Or almost everything. 

It was at my fathers second wedding where I finally met the famous niece Gwen never shuts up about. 

Rowan Hawthorne. 

The man that has proved me that I didn't in fact have everything, and maybe never will. Because he doesn't even breathe my way. Not even my celebrity status sways him. 

And to get out of my way to try and gain someone's attention? 

I must have gone insane.All Rights Reserved

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