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, da...