Courtney craved a Spicy Bloody Mary. Not that alcohol was the answer; or so they said on the happiness course (which would – wait for it - count towards her degree).
She had big dreams, Courtney did. Imagined herself an heiress, hob-nobbing with the elite. Didn’t just want to play a wife or girlfriend, wanted to be someone.
It would all come right in the end. When she’d find her biological mother.