Chapter XIII
"Maturing"
Part 46
Anna couldn’t have cared less about her mother’s internal breakdown — hell, she was too busy watching a flock of cartoonishly overinflated bimbo escorts spill out of a luxury car, their heels so high even Miss Heels herself might’ve hesitated. It was almost hypnotic.
"Mommy’s still calling me a whore?" Anna smirked... " F***! Next to these walking silicone delivery systems, I’m practically pure flower as Cinderella. Ha—fuckin’—ha. ...She snorted... "Too bad Kitty isn’t here—she’d lose her shit over this."
Maybe it wasn’t entirely appropriate, but Anna couldn’t help it—she was watching them with something dangerously close to admiration. Hell, maybe even a little jealousy. They were so absurdly, unapologetically themselves—or whatever version of themselves they had paid for.
Mrs. Swanson, meanwhile, was officially done. Her fragile grip on reality slipped with every step as she trailed after her daughter, gaze flitting between the exaggerated figures before her. Nope. This wasn’t real. Couldn’t be. Had to be some feverish, deathbed hallucination...
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