The name is Cinnie. Cinnie Westbrook, to be exact. My family is one of the wealthiest and most powerful bloodlines in the whole United States, and we are known for using our power. I grew up with money, and I hate it. I don’t like how it defines my friends, or me but I’ve gotten used to it. My parents shipped me off at the age of 16 to go to the Charterhouse Boarding School in England. I wasn’t surprised; they had always tried to get rid of me. I always had nannies take care of me at home, and when I was old enough at age 10, they had already prepared to send me off to boarding school far way from my home in New York City. Long story short, my family hated me. However, I didn’t mind. The answer to why is easy. I could party as much as I wanted, drink, smoke, mess around with boys, do anything I desired as long as I kept it under the wraps and my family didn’t find out. They never really did, actually. Now, at boarding school in England, I am having the time of my life. I have the perfect friends, a hot boyfriend, perfect grades, and I’m known for being one of the most wanted girls in school. Everything is perfect. At least it was… then I met them. The Harries twins.