"Oh, the one where you go missing and end up stuck in a cave and have to be rescued by my fuck up of a father?" she asks with a sweet smile. She likes that she can make him blush with something so simple as this, something as easy as sliding into his lap, something she's done a hundred times to get what she wants. And yet all she wants right now is to see his cheeks flush. For once she's not looking for power or secrets or money. "I'm not sure I like that one quite so much between the disappearance and the involvement of my family. We can do much better than that, can't we?"

She doesn't want to think about how her entire life has been a story, how most of what she's done has been fiction of one kind or another. Caden might be a writer, but April is a storyteller, too. Corrine might be the famous actress, but April is a performer.

No one knows it, though, and she isn't sure she ever wants them to find out. She's sure, if nothing else, it will change how they see her.