The world is a lie.
We wear our masks, play our roles, and deceive ourselves into
believing we are untouchable. But I know the truth-nothing is
untouchable.
Not wealth. Not beauty. Not power.
And certainly not me.
I step onto the marble balcony of Aurellis Academy's Grand
Hall, the weight of the city glittering beneath me. Beyond the
wrought iron railing, the campus sprawls like a kingdom of
excess-golden chandeliers spilling light through cathedral
windows, the air thick with the scent of imported roses and
burning cedarwood. Below, in the ballroom, New York's elite
twirl in masks of silver and onyx, silk gowns whispering against
polished floors.