***Finn***
"Today has been rather strange," I say to Joel as I enter our room at the end of classes.
"You're telling me. I've been on the phone for the past hour with my agent. The effect of Friday night is insane. Versace, Prada...even Vacheron saw the photos of me wearing your gift, some really prestigious directors have reached out... just from being photographed with you," Joel says, looking a little apprehensive.
"Well...please do not make me regret it," I tease, taking off my shoes.
"It's a good job Serena doesn't go on the internet. If she Google'd herself right now she'd swing from having a large ego to crying in the corner," Joel says, getting a bottle of cider out of the fridge.
"I told her on Saturday to just stay away from it all, particularly the articles the public can c
