“I was imagining going to the ball and dancing with the prince.” Cinder rubbed her jaw with one hand and mindlessly tapped the table with the other. “Funny. I’ve found myself imagining that exact thing lately.” “I knew you liked him. You pretend to be immune to his charms, but I could see the way you looked at him at the market.” Iko rubbed at the lipstick, smearing it across her blank white chin. “Yeah, well.” Cinder pinched her metal fingers with the pliers’ nose. “We all have our weaknesses.” “I know,” said Iko. “Mine is shoes.”
