Life had always been a stage for Diana, and she played her role with perfect dramatic flair. At twenty-three, she strutted through life in designer heels and attitude to match, leaving a trail of chaos and exasperated sighs in her wake - most of them from her long-suffering brother, Alex. Her recent breakup with John might have dented another girl's spirit, but Diana? She wore her newly single status like another accessory, right alongside her signature red choker and that mischievous smile that spelled trouble. Sure, maybe she missed him a tiny bit, but you'd never catch her admitting that. Besides, there were more important things to focus on - like perfecting her makeup techniques at University and finding new ways to drive her overprotective brother absolutely bonkers. Between her creative not-quite-curses and her habit of mixing English and Chinese just to annoy Alex, Diana had turned being a brat into an art form. But underneath all that sass and perfectly applied lipstick? There was still that nine-year-old girl who'd lost her parents way too young, clinging to her brother's attention like a lifeline - even if she showed it by driving him up the wall.