I was the daughter of J.P. and Felicia Hathaway, which meant I was a Hathaway. Upper class. Moneyed. Well-educated. Appropriately dressed. Conservative. Mannered. Superior. Aloof. Privileged. Elite. That was what I was and I was given no choice to be anything else. So that was what I became. And thus I buried the fact that sometimes I wanted just to go with the Amelia of the Day, whoever she might be, and grab whatever scent that defined her that day. Then the next, I could be something different. Whatever I wanted to be. Not what she wanted me to be. Not what they demanded I be.
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