Chapter Twenty-Three: A Perfect Parent

Monet was the kind of person who could detach from anything. Guilt, emotions, even basic human decency. She knew how to shut it all off if it helped her win or prove a point.

And that answer… that non-answer she just gave was all the proof Sienna needed to finally see her for what she really was. A manipulative, heartless son of a bitch.

Sienna let out a strangled sound, somewhere between a sob and a breathless laugh…and wiped her face with the sleeve of her dress.

“God,”

she muttered.

“I don’t even know what’s real anymore.”

“Isn't it obvious by now"

I say, walking over to Sienna

“What’s real… is us not being Chamberlains. We never were. We were accessories. Like handbags. Like props for the press. Convenient… until we started asking questions and going against our roles.”

Monet looked like she wanted to speak, but didn’t. Because in reality there was really nothing left to say.

Sienna adored Monet. She spent her whole life trying to win her approval. Copying the way she dressed,