Sophia scrolled through the photos like she was drafting her royal harem.
“This one's totally giving baby-faced boy vibes,” she grinned.
Olivia threw a glance, snorted, “Ugh, screams fake nice guy.”
“So what?” Sophia shrugged. “As long as he knows how to treat me right, I’m not picky.”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “I’m going with this one—his face says 'gym membership and no drama'.”
Once they picked their choices, they turned to Elsie.
“Who you picking?”
Elsie skimmed through the photos. Honestly, none of them were bad. By average standards, a solid six or seven out of ten.
But she had seen what ten looked like.
William didn’t just have a face that could make headlines, he also had a voice that could talk the stars down from the sky.
She closed the booklet. “Not
