MASON'S POV
I stared at my company tab boredly when the screen lit up. Leaning my head on my arm in a majestic way. Finally! last contestant and this annoying show is over.
Geez, I'm sure the men here dislike this as much as I do, they're just putting on a facade of pretence but with Raymond by my side, getting excited and telling me to auction some of the designs, I'm guessing I'm wrong. Dare I add, all the outfits on display were created by J's enterprises soon to be personal tailors.
SAVE ME ALREADY ANYONE! I'm stuck with my favourite rascal who's willing to obey and point a gun at me if I go against grandfather's warnings and dish the dinner, again, though I have to admit that will be pretty nice, and I'm glued to this chair with knowledge of the future conversations the mass is g
