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prologue

My sister's name means "love." My parents thought it suited her best after she was born in the hospital. 

Her original name was supposed to be Isabella, but once they took one look at her bright blue eyes, they knew she was going to be filled with amor. 

And as her younger sister, "love" wasn't a big enough word to describe her. 

I compared my life to my sister's. She was the one I wanted to be like. I couldn't find a single wrong thing about her. 

My mom was always the one reminding me of how much I needed to look up to Amora. Especially in moments when she could sense that I didn't. She was confident, beautiful, kind. 

But she was so, so manipulative. And insecure. 

But her flaws were invisible to everyone but me. 

She lost her virginity at fourteen, with a senior at her high school. She uses her body to get what she wants. She never thinks of her beauty as a gift, but more of a tool. She traps men in relationships because she's scared to be alone. 

And I've only watched, using her mistakes as a way for me to know what I don't want in life. 

But my mom never wanted me to be anything different from her first daughter. Daily reminders of what I'm doing differently from Amora still remain engraved in the back of my mind everyday. 

Her approval was something I always craved but knew I could never live up to as much as my sister. She made me feel like I couldn't do anything right. Almost like she was trying to test if I was good enough to be her daughter. 

My desire was one thing my sister wanted but couldn't actually have. Something permanent.

And only he could make me feel like I actually had something no one else could take away.