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Authors: Danielle Jamie
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. Eloise has almost the entire list completed, and I get the fun part of picking out the best photo to use for each man. I also get to assist in interviewing a few of them!” I’m giddy just thinking about it, as I sit down on the over-sized sectional.
Putting my hand on Logan’s thigh, I rest my lips against his ear and whisper “Hello”. I plant a gentle kiss on his cheek and smile up into his gorgeous baby blues.
“Well hello to you, too.” His smile instantly makes me turn into putty on the couch.
He gently traces his fingers up and down my back, as his eyes drift from me back to the game. Logan isn’t a huge fan of being overly affectionate in front of my parents. He says he feels that it’s disrespectful. Sliding my hand into his, I snuggle up against him, and focus my attention on my father, who’s glued to the wide screen television.
“Hey Dad, how’s the game going?” I ask, as he turns and flashes me a small smile. He’s lounging in his large leather recliner, donned in his favorite fashion ensemble: blue jeans, cowboy boots, and tight fitting black t-shirt. He could easily pass for a decade younger than his forty-five years, with his jet black hair shaved to the scalp and well groomed goatee. He is six feet tall, but his demeanor easily tricks you into thinking he’s closer to seven.
Maverick Livingston only takes one thing as seriously as his music, surprisingly, and that’s college football. He has it pre-set on the DVR to record automatically every week that way no matter what he’s doing, can still catch the game.
“Going great, Honey. Tennessee is winning twenty four nil,” he replies, grinning ear to ear. He may live in Beverly Hills, but his heart and soul are in Tennessee.
“Paisley, I have to know what’s for dinner. It smells absolutely delicious!” Logan asks, rubbing his stomach as he walks into the kitchen. He can be so suave and adorable, all at the same time.
“Roasted chicken, BBQ ribs, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, green beans and freshly baked sweet rolls. For dessert, we have your favorite Logan: peach cobbler! Mrs. Trinton and I have been slaving away in the kitchen all afternoon, and I have to agree it does look and smell exquisite.” My mother says, smiling sweetly back at Logan.
Thankfully dinner goes by smoothly and quickly. Dad and Logan discuss the football season, and whom they think will end up in the bowl games. I know very little about the sport, and avoid the conversation altogether, instead choosing to talk with my mother about my job at Envy .
Envy is one of the world’s most popular magazines, covering everything from celebrity weddings and babies, top movies and music to this season’s hottest fashion trends. Its success is International, and I’m thrilled to have finally landed my dream job there.
Following a three year internship, I took a chance on an Assistant Editor position for Eloise Spaulding; a vacancy thought to be one of the most sought after, in L.A., I couldn’t believe it when I found out they’d picked me – it’s such a huge accomplishment for someone my age.
We thanked my parents for a lovely dinner and said our goodbyes. As Logan and I walk to our cars, I send Brooklyn a quick text:
Me:
Hey girl! Just leaving my parent’s house. You up for some dancing at Vertigo??
Less than a minute later my phones buzzing, alerting me I got a new text.
Brooklyn:
Are you kidding? I was BORN READY! lol, I’m at the house already, my audition for As The Days Go By went okay, fingers crossed! I’ll start getting ready, see you in a few! xoxo
“I just sent Brooklyn a quick text to see if she wanted to go to Vertigo tonight, she said definitely ,” I laugh.
“I think that girl would party for a living, if she could,” Logan says dryly, snaking his arm around my waist, and walking with me towards my car.
To say he isn’t Brooklyn’s biggest fan, would be putting it very lightly. Their personalities are total opposites, and
Putting my hand on Logan’s thigh, I rest my lips against his ear and whisper “Hello”. I plant a gentle kiss on his cheek and smile up into his gorgeous baby blues.
“Well hello to you, too.” His smile instantly makes me turn into putty on the couch.
He gently traces his fingers up and down my back, as his eyes drift from me back to the game. Logan isn’t a huge fan of being overly affectionate in front of my parents. He says he feels that it’s disrespectful. Sliding my hand into his, I snuggle up against him, and focus my attention on my father, who’s glued to the wide screen television.
“Hey Dad, how’s the game going?” I ask, as he turns and flashes me a small smile. He’s lounging in his large leather recliner, donned in his favorite fashion ensemble: blue jeans, cowboy boots, and tight fitting black t-shirt. He could easily pass for a decade younger than his forty-five years, with his jet black hair shaved to the scalp and well groomed goatee. He is six feet tall, but his demeanor easily tricks you into thinking he’s closer to seven.
Maverick Livingston only takes one thing as seriously as his music, surprisingly, and that’s college football. He has it pre-set on the DVR to record automatically every week that way no matter what he’s doing, can still catch the game.
“Going great, Honey. Tennessee is winning twenty four nil,” he replies, grinning ear to ear. He may live in Beverly Hills, but his heart and soul are in Tennessee.
“Paisley, I have to know what’s for dinner. It smells absolutely delicious!” Logan asks, rubbing his stomach as he walks into the kitchen. He can be so suave and adorable, all at the same time.
“Roasted chicken, BBQ ribs, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, green beans and freshly baked sweet rolls. For dessert, we have your favorite Logan: peach cobbler! Mrs. Trinton and I have been slaving away in the kitchen all afternoon, and I have to agree it does look and smell exquisite.” My mother says, smiling sweetly back at Logan.
Thankfully dinner goes by smoothly and quickly. Dad and Logan discuss the football season, and whom they think will end up in the bowl games. I know very little about the sport, and avoid the conversation altogether, instead choosing to talk with my mother about my job at Envy .
Envy is one of the world’s most popular magazines, covering everything from celebrity weddings and babies, top movies and music to this season’s hottest fashion trends. Its success is International, and I’m thrilled to have finally landed my dream job there.
Following a three year internship, I took a chance on an Assistant Editor position for Eloise Spaulding; a vacancy thought to be one of the most sought after, in L.A., I couldn’t believe it when I found out they’d picked me – it’s such a huge accomplishment for someone my age.
We thanked my parents for a lovely dinner and said our goodbyes. As Logan and I walk to our cars, I send Brooklyn a quick text:
Me:
Hey girl! Just leaving my parent’s house. You up for some dancing at Vertigo??
Less than a minute later my phones buzzing, alerting me I got a new text.
Brooklyn:
Are you kidding? I was BORN READY! lol, I’m at the house already, my audition for As The Days Go By went okay, fingers crossed! I’ll start getting ready, see you in a few! xoxo
“I just sent Brooklyn a quick text to see if she wanted to go to Vertigo tonight, she said definitely ,” I laugh.
“I think that girl would party for a living, if she could,” Logan says dryly, snaking his arm around my waist, and walking with me towards my car.
To say he isn’t Brooklyn’s biggest fan, would be putting it very lightly. Their personalities are total opposites, and
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