Gilded Hearts
There were reporters snagging photos, all looking for their scandalous headline for the morning, and I certainly did not stop them.
After all, what is the Golden-lucky Playboy for? The world is itching to see the golden boy; they, my world, needed that somewhere.
But my perceived audience of admirers was not equally cheering across the ballroom.
The farthest side of the ballroom near the windows stood my grandfather. Edward Hayes: silver hair, a crisp and sharp suit, eyes sharper and tight, not drinking, and definitely not smiling.
He was with me tonight, but he didn’t need to drink to be seriously sober; he had the business of the Hayes Empire right there with him, and now out of retirement
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