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Emma Grace Frost sat in her white Town Car, leaning back and sipping on a cup of tea. It was still before noon. Too early to break out the wine. Her icy blue eyes glittered with envy as she passed by the Waldorf=Astoria, her mind catching the thoughts of the hotel drones inside preparing the banquet hall for that night’s charity event. A charity ( Read more... ) -
Private Journal
So...yeah...this journal? Pretty much completely private. :-D