True Thoughts Under Hypnosis

Summary

I was always a whirlwind, a rambunctious spirit who could never sit still.

My family, however, was a portrait of quiet dignity. No one else seemed to appreciate the chaos I thrived on.

The year I turned fifteen, I stayed up all night, meticulously crafting a birthday present for my older brother, Michael.

When he opened it, a kaleidoscope of paper butterflies erupted from the box, startling him. His face immediately darkened.

The next day, I was sent to an etiquette coach.

Michael stood there, his brow furrowed with disapproval.