You think I'm just a pretty face? Wrong, wrong, wrong. Please don't ignore my talent.
You think I'm a genius? Wrong, wrong, wrong. Please don't ignore my beauty.
You think I'm both talented and beautiful, a star in the arts and athletics, equally at home in the drawing room and the kitchen? Wrong, wrong, wrong. Please don't ignore my modesty. Let's step aside and talk: how much does it cost to hire a shill for a month?
I sit atop the lofty Dream Island, holding Norman's hand with my left and capturing Ray with my right, with Emma perched on my back, listening to Isabella tell the story of the past.
> A mentally unhinged heroine, indiscriminate flirting
> First-person narration, proceed with caution
> Everyday comedy
