C16 Chapter 16: The Masks We Wear

The opulent those was a cage. Not a cage of bars and iron, but a bejeweled one, a cage of silk and champagne, polished marble, and fancy furniture. Isabelle felt trapped within its bejeweled walls, an internee of her mother's ambition. Her mother Gina, a woman who wore her despair like a second skin had orchestrated this entire facade in pursuit of a life she thought was good