So.. long story short, I'm back on my computer, here to redeem myself. Here is my intro/ rest of my audition!
Likes: Music, playing the violin, expensive perfume, luxurious chocolates, herself
Dislikes: When boys don't give her attention, being outshined, competition
Bio: Ms. Grant has the world at her feet. She's a complete narcissist. Every boy and every girl is after her. She obviously likes the attention and craves for more, but has set her eyes on the Fitzgeralds. She wants their fortune and power to herself and won't stop until she gets it. Her plan? She intends to seduce one of the Fitzgerald boys, preferably Peter. Eleanor is insignificant to Katharine and she believes it will be easy to get rid of her.
Relationship status: Single
Model: Sophia Loren
Waking up early wasn't really my bag, which explained my eleven o'clock rising.
"Sleep well, Sugar?" My father asked me as a floated down the stairs.
"Don't I always?" I asked. He placed a kiss on my cheek.
"Glad to hear." I did dream well, as a matter of fact.
My life was a dream, to most girls. I was the chick to be, the baddest of them all. There wasn't a stud out there who didn't want to show up at the drive-in with me. But I wasn't settling for just any guy.
I needed a Fitzgerald.
Daddy told me not to worry too much about marriage. I was a star, or at least, I was on my way to being one. A man would be in the way, for now.
But I couldn't help it. I was ready to split the crib, and get hitched. But I wouldn't do that with the first guy who looked my way. If that was the case, I would've been out of the house at 12.
No, I wanted Peter. Who cared that he was six years my senior? Or that he was engaged? His girl was a square, plain and simple, and it wouldn't be long before he'd see that.
"What's for breakfast?" I asked Daddy, batting my eyes. I already knew his answer.
"You mean lunch?"
"But I really want pancakes, Daddy." I poked my lip out.
"Of course, Sugar. Millie, would you mind making Sugar some pancakes?"
Millie was my live-in "nanny." I was a little old for a nanny, in my opinion, but I didn't mind. She cooked, she cleaned, and the only thing I had to do was practice my violin. And look beautiful.
And neither of those were a struggle for me.
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Introduce yourself. If you're a bombshell like me, maybe we can chat.