If you had to guess what Holly Grave’s career moodboard was like as a young girl, you’d probably imagine a supermodel studded visual: blond locks and long legs, the California coast, evening gowns with light pink nails and a lipgloss to match.
Little Holly would roll her eyes if she heard that one.
In fact, modeling was never what she envisioned for her future, as she was too busy kicking dirt around on her family’s ranch in Texas. Holly’s teenage years were rather adorned with angsty tomboy accents, her skirt drawer overflowing with cut-off skate pants and her vanity in absence of a hairbrush. When she was scouted at age fifteen and relocated to New York to model, it was more about independence than it was chasing a dream. If only that version of Holly knew what she was capable of.