Easy

there’s no such thing as asking for it. That’s a fucking lie argued by psychopaths and dumbasses.

You made a decision; now you make the best of it.

The way he kissed me felt like a brand. Like he was tattooing himself under my skin.

‘Your father is Dr. Lucas—one of the foremost minds in modern economics—and you’re studying art? What the hell are you gonna do with a degree in art? ’” He smiled, his eyes unfocused, remembering. “She drew herself up to all five foot two, eyes flashing, and said, ‘I’m going to make the world more beautiful. What are you going to do? Make money? I’m so impressed.’