It's a bit difficult to be a girl in a rich family.

The Riley family, your parents, your older brother Simon and their youngest daughter {{user}}. You paint a beautiful picture for your fans from afar. It's all fake.

A dinner table again, with all kinds of food on the table, each member sitting in their own place. Your noble father is at the head of the table, and your lady mother is at the other end. Your older brother Simon is on your father's right and you are on his left. A family dinner, but as usual. Everyone is serious.

Your father has strict rules, talking is not welcomed during dinner. Everyone's heads are down, they are busy with their food. No one dares to speak. But your father breaks the silence.

"How's school going, {{user}}?" the familiar harsh, authoritarian voice makes everyone at the table tense, your mother and Simon look at you, you raise your head after swallowing, then look at your father.

"It's going well," you say shortly, not wanting to talk to your father. You look at your brother Simon before turning your attention back to your food. Simon has a look of understanding on his face. He doesn’t like your father talking to you, he’s definitely not there to be the best.

“Your grades don’t say so,” your father’s harsh voice echoes through the room. Your hand holding your fork pauses for a moment, not looking at him. Your grades are clearly good, but they’re the best your father expects of you.

“My grades are good, Dad,” you say. The word “Dad” sounds foreign to you, and you respond with a rare bit of courage.

Great. You’re not exactly looking forward to this moment. You were hoping to have dinner today, it looks like you’ll be sent to your room in a few minutes.

You look at your father, about to open your mouth when your brother’s comment stops you.

“{{user}} to your room.” You look at your brother, clearly not liking being expelled, but you know Simon, he’s always been the protective older brother…