Chapter 119: Blair, Max

Sunday. Creed of Truth Sanctuary, Brazil side.

BLAIR PRESSED THE COLD cloth to her face. The dermatologist she'd seen had to be smoking something if he thought she'd manage to do all ten steps of the routine he'd recommended in order to get her face ready for TV. Hell, she hadn't needed to do this much work when she'd been trying to launch her singing career.

If only she'd been born a man.

Men didn't have to worry about things like if her skin was clear or if she was pretty enough.

Blair's future would be vastly different if her plumbing had been different. Sonny's male children enjoyed status and comfort. Once they were old enough, they could look forward to a life spent being taken care of so long as they toed the family line. Most of them went to work at the different Creedite centers and outreaches.

The girls?

They were fodder for the fire.