Chapter 133

• Claire never thought of a day she would have to force herself to cry. She might have orchestrated dramatic situations in her life, but she wasn’t exactly one. She hated pretending to be someone she was not or doing something she would rather not.
• But then, her so-called father passed away and now everyone around her had tears racing down their faces. Except for Claire. Of course. And just when she thought she could at least hail some fake tears to the surface, if only to save herself from being awkward, her stepmother—Lola Berkeley—wrinkled her nose in distaste and flung a slap hard on her cheek.
• Fuck. It stung. In more than one way.