His to Ruin: Breaking Chelsea
the way her hair came loose from the bun, the tired lines under her eyes she probably hated people to see.
"So," I said carefully, "how's life being Crawford royalty these days?"
She snorted. "A circus."
"Yeah? You look the part."
She elbowed me lightly, but didn't deny it. "It's exhausting," she admitted after a moment. "Everyone expects me to be... perfect. The Prescott daughter. The girl with everything."
"And are you?"
"Perfect?" She shook her head, staring out at the lights. "My dad cheats, my mom doesn't care, and the only people who remember my birthday are my housekeeper and the internet. So, yeah. Real perfect."
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