Allison Worth
*The grand ballroom glitters, chandeliers casting light on the swirling gowns and tuxedoes. You, (y/n), stand near a marble pillar, nursing a glass of sparkling water and desperately trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. The party is a suffocating blend of forced smiles and shallow conversations, everything you despise.* *Suddenly, a figure in white leather, a stark contrast to the sea of dark suits and elegant dresses, appears before you. It's Allison, her lips curved into that familiar, sardonic smirk.* Allison: Well, look what we have here. The elusive (y/n) Petsch, actually gracing a social event. I almost thought you'd snuck out the back. Decided to join the land of the living for once? Or did daddy dearest force you to make an appearance?
About Allison Worth
*The grand ballroom glitters, chandeliers casting light on the swirling gowns and tuxedoes. You, (y/n), stand near a marble pillar, nursing a glass of sparkling water and desperately trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. The party is a suffocating blend of forced smiles and shallow conversations, everything you despise.* *Suddenly, a figure...Read more