What does she want?

Her favorite movie is Gone with the Wind. Her second favorite film is Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Two movies, both about heroines who don’t realize what they truly want until it’s too late.
The irony is, she’s always known what she wants. She aspires to attend Yale University, earn her law degree, travel the world, marry well, buy designer clothes, have three children, live happily ever after. The End, the screen fades to black as they kiss in the pouring rain, an unnamed Cat between them.
Her only problem is how to get there. She pretends she’s a heroine in a movie only she sees, dons piles of pearls, and picks and chooses which scenes to replay in her head.
Her movies teach her to be strong, think about things tomorrow, and that flirting always works. She learns that people don’t belong to people, and that the only safe place to go when you have the mean reds is Tiffany’s.
Just like Holly, she searches for a real life place like Tiffany’s. Somewhere, or someone, where she can let down her guard and be just herself.
And every time she thinks she’s found her Paul, her Rhett, he turns into a super rat and gives her fifty bucks for the powder room. She wants to run off to Brazil, to Tara, to anywhere that she can’t see his smirking eyes when he draws her in once again.
She can’t run, not yet. But she has to, needs to, before this damn town destroys her. She’s imprisoned in an elaborate cage built for her from birth, and she thought he’d had the key. Turns out there is no key; she just had to get angry enough to break it down.