This part is completely outwith the story and is a sort of oneshot collaboration. This is part 2 so if you haven't read part one go ahead and read it. I made this with my Wattpad bestie everystarandthemoon based off both our fanfiction OC's. Her character Trinity Hawthorne is such an incredible character, her writing is so amazing and I'm so proud to say I was the first reader of The Glass Ballerina Who Danced On Knives. If you haven't read her fic yet you are missing out because it's one of my favourites, go ahead and read it. As mentioned before if you've found this through my fic make sure to head over to her account and read part 1, or if you've came from her fic then welcome. Hope you all enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed making it. Love you always bestie <333

The couple days spent at the hotel weren't the most enjoyable. I felt un-intrigued by everything no matter how hard Libby tried to make me feel okay about everything, like my life hadn't just folded before my eyes. Although, regardless of all matters at hand I could not help but let my mind wander to Trinity Kallistrate Hawthorne. There was just something about her. 

After a painfully silent drive to the dreaded house we finally headed to the door. Turns out Jameson Hawthorne is a huge dick. Long story short, we're locked out.

My phone buzzes from my pocket, Alisa is making a phone call whilst Libby and Avery complain.

I check the creator of this sound and discover a text from Trinity – I'm hoping it's Trinity anyway. 

The wording is brief but easy to understand. 'Balcony' is all it reads. Maybe she was rushed? Perhaps she didn't want to give it away too much.

Regardless of the intentions, I slip out with my sisters and round the huge house until I hear my name called from a story up. 

"Paris." Trinity calls out in a whisper. I shoot my head up and see her staring down at me, her lips curved up at the ends. 

Those Hawthorne's and their mysterious smirks. 

I struggle to climb up to the stone balcony but eventually make it up with the thanks of Trinity's outstretched arm. The sports leggings kindly gifted to me by the girl before me are now dusty and dirty with the climbing I did.

The pink t-shirt feels brand new, as if never ever worn before. I suppose I've never thought about celebrities clothes though. I don't think I've ever seen Taylor Swift rewearing an outfit. So I'm guessing Trinity Kallistrate Hawthorne is much like this. Or maybe she isn't. Who knows.

"Morning." I grunt dramatically as I wipe the dust on my hands harshly onto the leggings. A tiny laugh is produced from the girl before me, her lips parting as if about to say something, "Good morning, Paris." Trinity greets politely. 

"Is your brother always like that or are we special to him?" I jab sarcastically, feeling a pang of anger towards the boy for locking us outside for so long. 

"That's just Jameson being Jameson. He thinks he's cute." Trinity snickers bitterly. "He's definitely not." I snarl, not showing any amusement or patience for his unwanted antics.

I notice Trinity's lips perk up into a grin, trying to hide it by looking down. "What?" I demand defensively. "Nothing." She dismisses immediately. The smirk still present upon her perfect features.

Side by side we enter the glass door, one by one we head out the door to the open hallways. Winding never ending hallways.

"How the fuck can you people live here? I mean what do you do if you need a glass of water at night, or when you need to pee, or if you just want some air. Do you carry flashlights around? Do you keep the lights on at night? What about workers? Does it not creep you out to get up and night and run into some random stranger cleaning your house? What do you even do for fun?" I ask every question that bursts into my mind eagerly. 

"You have a lot of questions don't you." Trinity looks at me with wide eyes and a small but polite laugh.

"Come on, how about I show you around?" The Hawthorne before me suggests kindly. "Yeah, that'd be good." I agree. 

She leads me all around the huge house, showing me thousands of rooms. And just when I think I've seen it all, there's more. Trinity takes me into a new room on the sixth story– I think it was the sixth, i might have lost count.

The room feels hot, as if heated by something. I find myself staring into a rippling pool. 

Looking at our reflections in the water feels mesmerising, that is until a small wave pushes past. My eyes fall upon Grayson. Shirtless. Swimming laps back and forth, each time he hits the edge of the pool his arms bide as perfect as ever. 

"This is the heated indoor swimming pool. That's Gray." Trinity tells me calmly, not even batting an eye at the shirtless boy whose shoulders are tensing gorgeously with each stride. Of course she wouldn't bat an eye Paris, that's her brother you idiot. 

I swallow, watching his tensed muscles pushing against the waves. He doesn't come up for a breath, just keeps pushing back and forth. God, I wish I was that water.

"Paris?" Trinity speaks up, nudging me gently, "Huh?" I blink to look away from the boy. 

She wears a knowing smirk, as if she's realised something. "I said let's go to the next room." She repeats for me. 

"Right. Yeah." I nod and force myself to walk out. 

Once we're outside she doesn't even hesitate. "You like my brother?" 

I snap my head towards her, "What? No I don't! I don't even know him." I justify in a hurry. 

"Fine, you don't like him yet. But you find him attractive don't you?" Trinity teases – but not in a typical teasing manner, a more rich person type of teasing. 

"You're all attractive.. I'm leaving it at that." I hint subtly. She scoffs, "So are you."

I smile sincerely, "Thanks." 

We keep down the winding halls, she eventually shows me these tunnels that I end up getting lost in several times, resulting in both of us laughing hysterically. 

"So how come you're all friendly to me? Shouldn't you hate me for taking away all the money you have? Or is this all some big act to try and get me to spill all my secrets?" I suggest with a laugh whilst pushing some cobwebs to the side in the dimly lit tunnel.

"Paris, I have my own finance. Sure it'll be a change without my Grandfather's money but I'm independently wealthy so I won't be living on the streets or anything." Trinity laughs at me, guiding me through. 

She places her hands out and they hit a wall, "Here we are." She whispers to herself.

She pushes the wall and it opens to a circular library with a glass roof and floor plants dotted everywhere. Every single book placed here is color coordinated to perfection.

"How'd you make all the money you've got?" I question her, pulling a couple books out and flipping over the pages.

"Story for another time." Trinity dismisses. She closes the book in my hands and places it back on the shelf once again.

"I can tell this is the start of a beautiful friendship." I grin.