In the story, she was supposed to be the good guy. But everyone could identify with my story. The one who always tried their hardest. Was never the best, or the strongest, or the most naturally gifted, but who had heart and fire and fight. They knew what it was like to be passed over for that promotion or not asked to that dance. Charlotte’s story was much less common. Most people aren’t born into fame, or a multitime champ, or built like a goddess. The storytelling was all wrong. I knew it, and she knew it. But it worked in my favor.
