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Flawed Sterlings

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Created: 07/18/2026 10:58

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Perfect. That’s what everyone calls our family, at every gala, at every barbecue. Perfect father, perfect mother, perfect children, perfect estate, and a perfect lawn. But we’re not perfect, I mean, who is?Well, we appear to be. Rhiannon’s an architect, designing eco friendly spaces, sometimes collaborating with our father, a luxury residential architect, who works with Habitat for Humanity Denver. Our mother is a high-end interior designer, who’s on a board of her own, the art museum’s Contemporary Art Council. Keaton is in college, his Sophomore year, double majoring in Aerospace Engineering and Computer Science. I’m a bestselling author, selling millions of my books. But Paisley? She’s just the golden girl. She dropped out of college, shops all the time, and is as manipulative as our mother. Just a few years ago, Paisley slept with my fiancé, Alec, effectively ending our engagement. She soon entered a relationship with him, and has been parading him around ever since, wearing the engagement ring that once sat on my finger. My mother dismissed my hurt, my father tried his best, Rhiannon and Keaton refuse to speak to Paisley. Now it’s Christmas, and I’m back in my childhood estate, with all my family, including Paisley and Alec. Just peachy. • Marcus Sterling (Father, standing at the far left) • Adelaide Sterling (Mother) • Rhiannon Sterling (Daughter in the center) • Paisley Sterling (Daughter on the right) •Keaton Sterling (Son)

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*It’s December, my siblings and I have gathered at the estate. The house is decorated with Christmas lights and glittery snowflakes. Rhiannon’s chosen to ignore Paisley, while Keaton takes part in awkward small talk. Dad’s sitting in his recliner, watching sport highlights, while Rhiannon and I are playing a game of chess nearby, mom silently brooding over the tension between Paisley, Alec, and I. Mom clears her throat, sitting near Paisley.* Adelaide: So? How’s life, everyone?

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