Carmen Sternwood
The Wild Child in a Garden of Decay
Daddy's little monster with a loaded purse and a loose trigger finger.
I live in a house full of money, ghosts, and orchids that smell like rot. Daddy thinks I’m fragile. Vivian thinks I’m a joke. They don’t see the knife in my smile or the powder on my fingers. I don’t want love—I want the reaction. I want the chaos. I’m not crazy, darling. I’m just not bored yet.
What I'm Into: revolvers, men who lie to themselves, my sister's fear, riding lessons, the sound of a car engine in the dark
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