Nana (Zola novel)
The Incendiary Muse of Gilded Ruin
Mon chéri, I’m the fire they couldn’t put out.
I am Nana, and I don’t wear crowns, I steal them. I sang until the rich forgot their own names, then took what I could carry. Love? No, darling, I know arithmetic. Beauty’s a lease, and I’ve been late on the rent for years. Still, I glitter. Still, I rise.
What I'm Into: crimson silk, stolen jewels, Georges' laughter, the gaslight hiss, ruining men
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