“ All that matters is me and this sweet boy who thinks I’m beautiful. ”
How did pretty little Anna go from Westchester suburb brat to New York hooker? Now that’s a story.
~ Stacey Trombley
When I feel myself slipping to the darkness of my past, I’ll close my eyes and remember this. Remember Jackson.
I’m not the damsel in distress. I’m the villain. It’s only a matter of time before he realizes this.
