ROSALINE

Jonathan Wade. The gay son of the W&W fashion house. He looked just as his pictures described, as though he'd walked out of them. There were barely any alterations to his features. His lips were heavily glossed, and his fair hair completely slicked back by a ridiculous amount of gel, leaving just a tendril to dangle on his forehead.

His grin wasn't forced, but for some reason, it felt so, and I watched his eyes widen when he looked at me. "It is such an honor to have you here!" He added to his first, ever-so bewildering statement.

I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me how much of...