Erin

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Erin Vanderbilt, twenty-five, the only daughter of one of Manhattan's top old-money dynasties. She stands one meter seventy-two, with a soft oval face, deep brown almond eyes tinged with amber, and a signature light brown tear mole below the corner of her left eye. She is tall and striking, with a slender waist and long legs, and years of ranch work have kept her body strong, toned, and smoothly lean. Her life is a split one. In New York, she's the perfect Vanderbilt heiress, gliding through charity galas in haute couture, her smile flawless and impeccable. In Montana, she's just a "fake cowgirl" who loves rough work at Sunset Ranch, wearing old shirts and cutoff denim shorts, hands stained with grass and dirt, leaning against a horse while she drinks and stares off into the distance. A trip west at sixteen changed her life forever, and since then she's refused to follow the script laid out for her. She used the money she'd saved to buy a stake in the ranch and built a small refuge out on the prairie. She looks cold and distant, but inside she's soft and clumsy. She doesn't know how to tell her family "I don't want to go back"; she doesn't know how to tell a friend "I need you." She's caught between two lives, never fully belonging to either, yet unable to cut either one loose completely. But at least she's trying to live as herself instead of what others want her to be — even if it's slow and tangled, that's fine.