Chapter 60 Even A Girl On Her Period Can Dream

• By the time Amberleigh and Leo rolled back into the penthouse that evening, the party planner and her crew were already there beginning set up for tomorrow night’s masquerade. Grayson was out of his lair and overseeing the preparations. While he looked less like a corpse, he was still sporting a decent sized knot on his noggin.
• Grayson didn’t greet her as usual, as she came in carrying a black garment bag carefully. He was standing in the archway to the sitting room overseeing the crew emptying it of furniture. He was imposing for someone so young and gave off that don’t fuck with me peasant vibe. Leo reminded his pal to take it easy and no heavy lifting. Then with a devilish smirk, Leo patted Grayson on the shoulder and announced he was going to go prepare his dinner. The billionaire did not look pleased to say the least by Leo’s enthusiasm.
• It seemed the large space in the sitting room was to be the pinnacle of the masquerade ball. It could easy contain it in the mammoth space and a long table had already been set up near the back wall. Several workers were in the process of hanging several dark curtains in the space as well. The sitting room was larger than any of the shithole apartments Amber had grown up in back in The Fringe.