Madeline Crawford Novels & Stories

Their eyes constantly searched through the crowd, longing to see their daughter yet fearing her cold gaze. "She's here!" Someone gasped quietly, and the entire venue instantly fell silent. A perfectly tailored suit outlined Caio's tall, upright figure. On his arm was a woman wearing an emerald green evening gown. She wore no excessive jewelry, only a simple pearl necklace at her throat, but it set off her cool and noble temperament. The confidence and composure radiating from her bones made her seem like a completely different person from before. Gianna attended as the Madre of the Pace famiglia.

"If I was not in such a good mood this wonderful morning, I would have fired you and CJ wouldn't have stopped me this time." Madeline starts scrolling through her phone. "But," she continues. "Since I'm in such a good mood, I'll forgive you this time. I'm going to do an interview with The Peoples Magazine about my perfect relationship with CJ and our wedding... God! The media is so stupid! They're buying all this bullshit?" I'm staring at her. Thinking. Thinking of a way I'll ruin her evil plans. " Don't just stand there and look at me!" she snorts. "Get to work!"

Under the Statue of Liberty by a pond, many students about to graduate were sketching. "Madelyn, if you submit this painting in a contest, you're sure to win," a voice said. The cool fall wind blew her short hair. A beam of golden light shone on her face. Wearing a shiny necklace, Madelyn tucked her long hair behind her ear. "...Thanks," she replied. Now twenty-two, Madelyn was more confident than she was at eighteen. Over the four years, she had grown more mature. Each smile and frown was filled with her own unique charm.