ROANNE
He’s not sure it’s me. Right, because coming here was dumb. Coming to London and coming to this stupid event. The crowd has gone about their business now and the mic has been turned off. But, Grayson doesn’t look away. I wanted to leave before he sees me, but I don’t think he even cares. Someone comes up beside him. A girl in a black and grey dress that stops just before her knee. Fair legs donned in silver stilettos with a long strap that hugs her leg in layers. Her blonde wavy hair swings as she places her hand on his arm and smiles. He looks down at her and I see his eyes soften. He’s far from me, but I know him so well. Who am I kidding? I knew Scott. Scott Weston, and Scott Weston loved me. I know he did. But this is Grayson Reed, and I’m probably dead to him. So I take anothe
