Former Ballerina, Grace Marlyn lives in between two worlds- A full time waiters and an occasional hustler in upstate Manhattan.
Grace have her life planned until one wedding heist that would brings both of her worlds collapsed when she trapped one...
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I saw her by the lobby earlier, she was just getting out of a silver Mercedes just before I rushed my way to the penthouse venue, the wedding went as what Steve called it a massive success and pretty much going as planned except for the fact I missed the part where he exchanged vows with his now wife, Natasha, in the church earlier this afternoon while I was stuck with Brooklyn's traffic.
To my surprise she showed up by the venue just before I started the wedding speech, and as when I thought I've lost a sight of her, there she was, standing by the bar with her open-back black dress and something about her just pulled me into walking toward her direction, like a beautiful black swan in the center of a lake for once I let myself drown and it took me a good ten seconds to realized what just happened.
She robbed me with nothing but my tuxedo pants by the elevator and I fucking let her, " Grace," Her voice echoes in my ears as if she's still in the elevator going back up to the penthouse," Shit," I mutter under my breath when the elevator slowing down by 57th, I rush to the button and switch it to automatic, preventing anyone to get in before I reach my floor.
Grace- That's the only information I get of her, a single name, which judging by what she just did I have a bad feeling it's even a real one and now she slipped away just like that," Damn it, Grace," I mutter as I look up to the CCTV, there's a green light on it which I know shouldn't have been there regularly, " You're not working alone are you," I say under my breath as I make a mental notes to look up for her as soon as I get out of here, The watch, the tuxode, the shirt, the... fuck " Jesus, Barnes you fucked so badly," I sigh out a breath before stepping out of the elevator on the penthouse floor.
I can't believe this, it took me a whole minute to realize she took more than what she asked, " Dude, what the hell happened?" Sam asks the second I walk back to the party, shirtless with nothing but my suit pants and the fact how I screwed up more than I usually did, Shit, I should be calling the security right away for the $4.500 Prada tuxedo and the $1.300 shirt she just stole from me, which wasn't even included the watch and now of course my full attention that she also took along the way when she left me by the elevator.
But instead I run back to the venue and looking for my best friend, I shrug my shoulder and grin to Sam before Natasha, the Bride of this wedding walks beside her newly-wed husband, my work partner and also happened to be old pal, Steve, both looking fairly confused and to be fair, annoyed by my present at this point," Are you drunk?" Natasha asks, she furrow her eyes as she stares at my missing tuxedo, " Pretty sure he is," Sam nods, now standing beside Steve," What the hell, Buck." Steve says looking down at me as if I was just falling into a lake, which in a way I might be, " Need your key," I say quickly at Steve because I know he have a room just two floor under for the night and to add on my current's bad luck is the one person I can think of that share the same clothes size," I don't have it now, Jesus, where's Ben?" Steve shakes his head and look around for his assistant before I realized everyone are watching over my direction, even Carter now finally couldn't leave her eyes on me as she walks to the circle with a glass of champagne in her hand,
