Gracie Abrams Mess It Up Novels & Stories

He said with a forced sounding offer. "No! I'm not a lame girl." Grace immediately dodged, her eyes clouded over with a loss of consciousness. Getting up from the seat, leaving the room without caring about Mr.Charmond's worries on the spot, her body began to walk imperfectly. Several times even bumping into dancers who were getting crazier.

Adrian had apparently been watching a livestream someone had set up of the gala's social media fallout in real time and had been narrating to the group chat, so there was a full play-by-play that I'd missed while sitting in the back of a car trying not to laugh and cry simultaneously. **Adrian:** okay the video of the terrace is up. comments going feral. people are calling adriana the most elegant woman at the gala. **Adrian:** someone just made a compilation of her stepping back and amber falling titled "grace vs disaster" it has 40k views **Adrian:** DAMIEN IS DEFENDING HER ON THE CAR FOOTAGE WAIT **Elijah:** what car footage **Adrian:** someone with a camera got them getting into the car.

Amy’s name appeared on the screen just as I picked up the phone and made a call. She answered after a few rings, taking a deep breath to force a calm I was far from feeling. “Amy,” I began, keeping my voice under control. “I just received some very disturbing messages from Grace. Can you explain to me exactly what happened today?” She paused. The silence irritated me more than anything she could have said. “What happened is that Grace crashed a private dinner and started yelling,” Amy’s voice finally came through, freezing. “She made baseless accusations about Sara and then threatened me.”

For a wild moment, I thought it might be Allister, but the screen shows a message from Stephanie. I asked her to pay an impromptu visit to the home that is housing Gracie and give me an update on how Gracie is being treated. “[Gracie is very comfortable. She is happy and says she said to tell you that she’s living her dream. She complained of mild back pain, and I asked her to come to the medical center tomorrow. Is that okay?]” I type out a quick reply, grateful for the momentary distraction. Work is something I can focus on, something that makes sense when everything else seems to be falling apart.

“I haven’t told the restaurant team yet, but Kate’s ready to hold things down. I’ll come back and forth if I have to. It’s just... I want the twins to see where they come from.” Grace was quiet for a beat, lips pressed together. “Grace?” I asked gently. She looked down at her cup, then back up at me. “I think I screwed things up.” The words came out so quickly I barely caught them. “What?” “With Lucas.” My heart stumbled. “What happened?”

I asked again, but she ignored me and concentrated on her phone. When she was done with whatever she was doing, she scanned me from head to toe and then hissed. "Pick up the mop bucket and clean the whole place.” Like seriously? Am I here to work as a waiter or a cleaner? "Sorry, I am not the cleaner. I think you are mistaken." She glared at me, dropped her phone, and slapped the table. “When I talk, you listen to me!" Whoa! She is tough. “Excuse me? You can't talk to me like that."

“Now, how about we call it a night and go find a movie to watch or something. I’ll give you a foot rub.” “That sounds absolutely amazing. You are spoiling me, love.” “That’s the plan, Gracie.”

“I went to the staff quarters yesterday to speak to you about Miss Dahlia’s health but Grace stopped me at Head Maid Smite’s door and told me to get out. She even said she’d call the guards and accuse me of stealing if I didn’t leave.” Smite rolled her eyes , “No, that never happened,” but Grace’s face betrayed her. Her legs went weak and she stumbled and fell to the floor, looking like her word had just crumbled right then and there. No one rushed to help her because anyone watching could see Poppy was telling the truth and that Grave had done it. It was written all over her very ugly face.

The card read: I told you I would know! Congratulations Dominic! I'm sending Chleo my best regards. You guys are two souls, one heart and may your love story continue. I love you guys both! Continue to make her happy and also yourself. You probably will never hear from me again but I'm happy for you. You deserve this. “You are not supposed to be lifting these boxes, straining yourself, Reign,” Gracie screwed and took the box from her. “We are finally moving! I want to help,” Reign whined.

I had countless dm’s from women all over the world trying to get my attention and sending suggestive messages. That was what I expected when I opened the app but to my biggest surprise I'm definitely not going to get any sleep this night. Several photos of Jake and River were making rounds on the app, looks like they had a special dinner. I angrily scrolled down only to see the photo that shocked me sober. A picture of Jake and River locking lips passionately, what the actual fuck. I felt my grip on the glass of scotch tighten, I had to take another sip to calm myself down.