Chapter 29:
Diane's POV
The world has a cruel sense of humor.
I had always been the best. The most intelligent. The most worthy.
Until she appeared.
I didn't even want to look at it. The damn poster. But there it was, plastered on the side of the building like a goddamn trophy.
>Caroline Hayes: A Visionary in Modern Art.<
I wanted to rip it off. Burn it and make sure no one ever sees it again.
But I knew it wouldn't change the truth.
Caroline was good.
Better than me, better than anyone would ever admit. And that was the problem… I would never admit it.
She was supposed to be small, insignificant. A bug that could be crushed at anytime.
Yet, somehow, she excelled.
Every exhibit, every review, every mention of her name was a reminder that she had taken something that s
