Prologue

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The greatest stories don't always come out of people with beady eyes and dark pasts. Sure, they come out of those who pushed past all obstacles and went out against all odds.

People can never tell I'm one of those people, especially at first glance.

When you're bathed in all sorts of gold, jewelry so beautiful you cry, expensive rouge lipstick you waste by kissing boys who prefer expensive wine over their futures, and your good old pair of black heels, it's like the world thinks you've got it together. You could be dubbed as a siren, a Fatale, a goddess that's worth worshipping.

If only somebody could get to know me. You know, get to know Carrie, not the girl they seem to know.

Not Charmaine.

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