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Désirée suffers from a strange affliction a pathological optimism under an authoritarian regime,
where last names dictate destiny and free will is nothing but a mask for control.
She believes in merit, in effort rewarded, though the system rewards only bloodlines.
Her parents gave her a name; now she dreams of giving it meaning at St. Saints Institute.
But ideals fray when survival demands imitation and when love tests conviction.
He is everything she despises, yet everything she cannot ignore. Across the city, Ana Maria dances through parties, fine food, and red shoes that gleam like sin.
Shiny, chunky red shoes She has everything - except roots. Or perhaps she has too many.
In a city built on lies and luxury, even faith is for sale. How do you stay true to yourself when even truth has a price tag?