It’s been eight years since Scarlett came to live with us.She was ten. Her family was wiped out in a turf war. She was the only one left. For complicated reasons, my mother, Isadora, took her in. Sent her to my school.Mom wanted her to study business at Columbia with me.But Scarlett whined it was boring. Said all she needed was Parsons.And now, she didn’t even get into Parsons.So, of course, she’s crying.“Dad... Mom... Am I a complete failure?”Tears stream down her perfectly made-up face. Good thing she used waterproof mascara, or it’d be a real mess.“Scarlett, sweetheart, no. Bellini women don’t need a school to prove their worth. If they won't let you in, we'll just buy the damn school.” My mother, Isadora, pulls her into a hug.Scarlett sobs into her shoulder, but I see the tiny smirk. “I know. Art is my real calling. With a face like this, it would be a crime not to be a star!”I almost laugh out loud. Who told her a face is all it takes?My mother doesn’t even blink at the
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