Cinder-saster

There was once a man whose dutiful work made him very wealthy. He ran a car manufacturer of high demand and quality assurance. However his true wealth was in a vivacious wife and a darling daughter whose beauty... Bleh! Boring! Based!

Harley Scott is no beauty, she is no darling. I am the unruly nightmare socialite. That is until a bougie hornet suckered my Dad and had me shipped to a militaristic reprogramming Hell. I'll be the first to admit, I can't hate her too much for that.

But I can hate her for the telenovela mess I'm now in.