The dice are rolled at midnight.
Place to sleep -- uh , kind of? Job --crap I\'ve bitten.
Secret alias --check.
Desperate to escape the meaningless games of the rich, I flee my family\'s estate.
Right? But I\'m determined to forge my own path.
As the twenty-one-year-old heiress to the Le Spyre fortune, my life should consist of strawberry mojitos and golf carts.
The dice are rolled at midnight