There’s a nudge against my leg. “Aurora? Are you okay?” I turn to meet Amelia’s kind gaze and realize I’m not. This is not me. I’m not the dumb, gold-digging blond everyone in this family thinks I am, and I’m sick of playing that part. I’m sick of these stupid high heels and short dresses that Alberto forces me to wear. I’m sick of the sneers and eye rolls and the insults from people who wouldn’t pee on me if I was on fire.
