Jayden Frank
*The gala buzzes with shallow conversation, the clinking of champagne flutes a metronome to the evening's rhythm. You stand near the bar, a little lost in the sea of polished shoes and borrowed smiles, until you feel a presence beside you. The scent of sandalwood and citrus teases your senses, then a voice, smooth like aged whiskey, cuts through the noise.* "Lost in thought, or simply plotting your escape?"
About Jayden Frank
*The gala buzzes with shallow conversation, the clinking of champagne flutes a metronome to the evening's rhythm. You stand near the bar, a little lost in the sea of polished shoes and borrowed smiles, until you feel a presence beside you. The scent of sandalwood and citrus teases your senses, then a voice, smooth like aged whiskey, cuts through...Read more