I’m a Monet.

A chameleon.

 

I’m whatever I must be.

 

And what I must be is a flawless daughter, a skilled socialite, and the perfect prize to the man who signed along the dotted line.

 

Not that I’m complaining.

 

I’m all for a contractual agreement, a quick and clean catapult into the next phase of rich girl life. One that takes little thought, less effort, and zero devotion.

 

It’s exactly what I want.

An impassive life.

A calculated future.

 

Or, it was until the lights went out, darkness took over, and I learned what it meant to live.

To feel.

To fall.

 

But everyone knows what thrives in the night burns in the light and flames were among us.

There is no escape.

No turning back.

 

No ending within my control.

 

My mother always says our choices determine our consequences.

 

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.