“Well.” I shrug. “You know. That’s Instagram for you.” “Fair enough.” She nods. “Everything’s hype and spin. But you can’t believe it all. Not of yourself…and not of other people.” Her eyes flick to me and away again. I know what she means. She means: Why did you believe my hype when you knew your own hype was all fiction? And it’s a fair point. I’ve had time to reflect about this—and I think I believed it because I wanted to believe it so badly. I wanted London to be full of perfect princesses like Demeter, living their perfect-princess lives.
