Actually, I’m usually pretty kind. (Rafe thinks I tattletale? You should hear the stuff I haven’t told!)

I have excellent fashion sense, which I choose not to express. This is because I’m always broke.

And I’m the innocent victim of my brother’s slander.

So I guess this story is about what happens when a smart, kind, creative girl tries to live down her brother’s bad reputation.

It’s really not my fault that it all blew up in my face.