After dealing with Sebastian's shallow drama, I figured it was time to level up. I set my sights on a much bigger, much shinier target. The woman who calls herself the "Queen of Literature" the one with millions of followers on Instagram, hiding behind those perfectly curated, minimalist book covers: Rosalin.
Rosalin's entire brand is built on a lie.
She's famous for finding dusty, out-of-print books by poor, forgotten authors in the back of ancient bookstores—writers who died in obscurity—and "polishing" their deepest, most heartbreaking sentences to fit into her own best-selling novels. It's not "inspiration," sweetie; it's a high-end chop shop for souls.
"Is Plagiarism Ever Really In Style, Darling?"
I drifted like a plume of toxic smoke into Rosalin's ultra-luxury Upper East Side penthouse.
