My mother detests me for no fucking reason, she wants me to be a Lady, she wants be to be perfect. Her perfect little princess. I've done it all since infancy to please her, just to have her love me but when I turned sixteen I realised it was a lost cause. So I did something I always wanted to do, I fell in love. Now I'm not so angry at life like before, I'm just angry at my mother. Either way she won't manipulate me any longer. I'll be happy, no matter what. Even if whatever twisted deal my mother makes with fate threatens to ruin it for me. I know love, I've felt it. Yet he insists that I don't know jack shit about it. The conceded little nub is convinced he's the only one who can teach me. Maybe, just maybe he could be right.