My name is Grace. I am the whisper of a midnight breeze and the strength of morning coffee. My smile can be like an open book or a locked diary with a lost key. I dance to jazz in an empty living room and find beauty in imperfection. I'm easy to be with, but only until you want to unravel all my mysteries. I am not a destination; I am a intricate, endlessly fascinating journey. My gaze can burn, and my touch can calm a storm. I believe in the magic of chance encounters and the power of words spoken in a whisper. Come in if you dare. But remember: the most interesting things are always hidden in the shadows.

 Dixie Comber 18 y.o. Media Ragazza