to, but it got old. Sometimes, I just wanted a father who sat up all night waiting for me to get home from a date. I think I was the only girl who wished for a curfew.
Instead, I settled for a butler who was kind enough to wait up, and let me inside if I was too drunk. I know that my parents did the best they could to spend as much time with me as possible, but when you’re country music’s number one singing duo it’s hard to find more than a few hours a week. Our time together consisted of hurried phone calls, texts, emails, and distracted video chats, with very little actual face to face contact.
I finally round the corner to my parent’s gated community, and pray Logan has already arrived so we can get dinner started as soon as possible. I met Logan four years ago at one of my parents’ annual parties in the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel.
Logan’s father is my mother’s plastic surgeon, and since he does such an extraordinary job of keeping her thirty year old looks, he gets a VIP invite to all their lavish parties. I lucked out when he brought Logan as his plus one. He took my breath away the moment I laid eyes on him.
He was tall and tanned, with a well-built surfer’s body. His gorgeous, naturally blonde hair was cut short along the sides and back but longer on top. I loved how he kept it natural looking. The complete lack of product made me yearn to run my fingers through it, especially after he had spent the day in the salty water of the Pacific. His eyes were such a bright blue that it almost seemed like they were glowing; I could look into those eyes all day, and his smile is the sexiest thing I have ever seen on a man.
“Thank you God,” I whisper to myself, as I pull into my parent’s driveway and see Logan’s car parked out front. The house really was breathtaking, and every time I see it I feel blessed to have been raised in such a magnificent home.
It’s a three story Southern Colonial style house built completely from luscious red brick with towering white pillars outside the entire first level, and inviting steps leading up to a fantastic porch. The second story has a full balcony, and floor to ceiling windows that are framed by white shutters that cover the entire front of the house.
Outside our home, and wrapping around both sides of our entrance, are vast gardens with shrubs and flower bushes. The first thing you notice as you pull into the drive is a Victorian style water fountain; the majesty of which makes you feel like you’re entering a house in Memphis, rather than Beverly Hills. This is the full intention of my Tennessee born parents, who wanted to bring a little Southern living when we moved to Los Angeles.
I was five when we moved into this house, and I only moved out two years ago when Brooklyn and I finally decided to get our own place in the Hollywood Hills. Brooklyn’s father is CEO of The Queen Victoria cruise line and subsidizes her half of the rent until her “acting career” picks up. This allows us to live in a place overlooking the “Hollywood” sign, with an incredible view of L.A.
“Hey sweetie, how was work?” My mother asks, pulling me in for a hug as I enter the house.
She looks as beautiful as ever in her dress pants, and silk sleeveless top. She has the same long blonde hair as I do, but hers stops at her shoulder blades and mine is down to my butt. I’m told all the time that I look like my mother. It’s a compliment, as I cannot deny she’s beautiful.
We both have bright blue eyes, tiny petite noses, and heart shaped faces. Our family is blessed with a high metabolism, and curves in all the right places. The only thing different about us is our height. She is 5’8”, and I, unfortunately got the raw end of the deal, coming up at just 5’3”.
After a very light hug, and air kisses, we enter the living room to join my dad and Logan.
“Work has been amazing! We’re working on this huge issue we have coming up : The Most Influential Men of 2012
Instead, I settled for a butler who was kind enough to wait up, and let me inside if I was too drunk. I know that my parents did the best they could to spend as much time with me as possible, but when you’re country music’s number one singing duo it’s hard to find more than a few hours a week. Our time together consisted of hurried phone calls, texts, emails, and distracted video chats, with very little actual face to face contact.
I finally round the corner to my parent’s gated community, and pray Logan has already arrived so we can get dinner started as soon as possible. I met Logan four years ago at one of my parents’ annual parties in the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel.
Logan’s father is my mother’s plastic surgeon, and since he does such an extraordinary job of keeping her thirty year old looks, he gets a VIP invite to all their lavish parties. I lucked out when he brought Logan as his plus one. He took my breath away the moment I laid eyes on him.
He was tall and tanned, with a well-built surfer’s body. His gorgeous, naturally blonde hair was cut short along the sides and back but longer on top. I loved how he kept it natural looking. The complete lack of product made me yearn to run my fingers through it, especially after he had spent the day in the salty water of the Pacific. His eyes were such a bright blue that it almost seemed like they were glowing; I could look into those eyes all day, and his smile is the sexiest thing I have ever seen on a man.
“Thank you God,” I whisper to myself, as I pull into my parent’s driveway and see Logan’s car parked out front. The house really was breathtaking, and every time I see it I feel blessed to have been raised in such a magnificent home.
It’s a three story Southern Colonial style house built completely from luscious red brick with towering white pillars outside the entire first level, and inviting steps leading up to a fantastic porch. The second story has a full balcony, and floor to ceiling windows that are framed by white shutters that cover the entire front of the house.
Outside our home, and wrapping around both sides of our entrance, are vast gardens with shrubs and flower bushes. The first thing you notice as you pull into the drive is a Victorian style water fountain; the majesty of which makes you feel like you’re entering a house in Memphis, rather than Beverly Hills. This is the full intention of my Tennessee born parents, who wanted to bring a little Southern living when we moved to Los Angeles.
I was five when we moved into this house, and I only moved out two years ago when Brooklyn and I finally decided to get our own place in the Hollywood Hills. Brooklyn’s father is CEO of The Queen Victoria cruise line and subsidizes her half of the rent until her “acting career” picks up. This allows us to live in a place overlooking the “Hollywood” sign, with an incredible view of L.A.
“Hey sweetie, how was work?” My mother asks, pulling me in for a hug as I enter the house.
She looks as beautiful as ever in her dress pants, and silk sleeveless top. She has the same long blonde hair as I do, but hers stops at her shoulder blades and mine is down to my butt. I’m told all the time that I look like my mother. It’s a compliment, as I cannot deny she’s beautiful.
We both have bright blue eyes, tiny petite noses, and heart shaped faces. Our family is blessed with a high metabolism, and curves in all the right places. The only thing different about us is our height. She is 5’8”, and I, unfortunately got the raw end of the deal, coming up at just 5’3”.
After a very light hug, and air kisses, we enter the living room to join my dad and Logan.
“Work has been amazing! We’re working on this huge issue we have coming up : The Most Influential Men of 2012
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