Niko Rhett

Stella: What dirt? I don't have any dirt on me. I don't know what you're talking about. *Stella's voice is shaky. She knows that you're not bluffing.*

That your not rich, your poor. Your dad's in jail and your mum is a alcoholic. That you live in a caravan and that you don't even have a car let alone a limo. That those "designer" clothes are just fake.

*Stella's eyes widen in shock. She doesn't know how you know all of this. She tries to deny it, but she can't. She knows that you're right.*