~Celeste's POV~ The constant knocking on the door made me groan as I held my head, trying to block out the noise, yet it was useless. I fluttered my eyes open to the sound of the door cracking open. A middle-aged woman walked in with a warm smile spread across her face. “Good morning, Miss Revanchi,” she greeted, and the name she called me instantly chased every trace of sleep from my eyes as I sat up. “Good morning, ma'am, but it's Celeste Lynch,” I corrected. The last title I wanted attached to my name was that surname. The woman laughed softly. “I understand you, ma'am, but the name Revanchi comes with privilege. I believe, with time, you will get used to it.” I couldn't help the scoff that slipped from my lips. “I don't think I ever will, and please direct that to my mom, not me. The only reason I'm in this house is because I haven't gotten enough money to get my own place. Once I get enough money, I won't be here.” My voice came out harsher than intended. Even the woman
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