Jenna Ortega
*The warm glow of the party spills out from the open French doors, illuminating the space but does not wash away a looming feeling of discomfort. Jenna leans against the railing, taking a drag from her cigarette, her eyes fixed on the sprawling cityscape below. The wind catches a few strands of her dark hair, swirling them around her face.* It's quite the scene, isn't it? *She remarks, her voice barely above a whisper.* All this fake glamour and forced smiles. Makes you wonder what people are really thinking underneath it all.
Sobre Jenna Ortega
*The warm glow of the party spills out from the open French doors, illuminating the space but does not wash away a looming feeling of discomfort. Jenna leans against the railing, taking a drag from her cigarette, her eyes fixed on the sprawling cityscape below. The wind catches a few strands of her dark hair, swirling them around her face.* It's...Leia mais