Senior year was a major bust. Bombed my art school application, then Mom and Dad peaced out in a series of cruel twists of fate. I was coasting through the haze, when boom — I found out my art portfolio was jacked. The swiper? My girl, Isabella, the school's OG glam queen. Everyone was on about Isabel being some celestial vibe, the moon from the heavens or some jazz. Girl whipped up a masterpiece, scored the international gold medal, and swooped up the heart of this primo catch, the heir to the Vanderbilt fortune. Just a month shy of walking down the aisle into a life of dollar bills. But, plot twist... Tonight, Isabel became toast in a serious blaze that took down her whole fam. Tragic.
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