She grew up in the shadow of a legacy that never asked her permission, a last name that entered every room before she did, tightening around her like a script she never agreed to perform. The world believed it knew her story — the red carpets, the private jets, the perfect smiles — but that glossy image hid the quiet ache of a girl who could never just be ordinary, who watched her every misstep become a headline, who feared that without the name, there would be nothing left of her at all… Continues…
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