“It was over for me after that. GPA? Shot. College applications? Useless. Got out of juvi when I was eighteen, packed my shit, and used my college fund to buy this place.” She gestured around the studio with a flick of her wrist. “I could’ve gone to Julliard. Could’ve moved to Paris, could’ve met someone nice, settled down, and opened my own studio. But I got mad instead.” She hung her head and grinned cruelly at the ceiling. “I was a foolish little girl,”
