Let's call her Madeline. Blonde curly hair, slim and petite, and considered pretty by many accounts. Born of British and French parents, educated in Swiss boarding schools and ivy league college, fluent in 3 languages and smart as hell.
While she's been very nice to me, she reminds me of those bitches I went to boarding school with, believing they're holier than thou. Full of criticism of anyone they think is inferior to them, and make no hesitate to state it outloud. The only way I could put up with them and Madeline is because I know their deep dark secret: they're full of criticism of themselves, too.
How The Athlete is friends with her, I don't totally understand, but I have to admit it knocks him down a few notches.
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