“Your sister is going to become a princess,” she declared, cold eyes on me. “I entered Eden’s name earlier this afternoon.” Sophie raised one impertinent brow, daring me to object. It didn’t matter that I had no designs on marrying the prince; it was the cruel way my stepmother glared like I needed to be reminded that I’d failed so spectacularly at winning his heart. As if I’d ever forget that fateful night ten years ago when I’d been made into the laughingstock of the circle by the very prince lavishing our household with gifts. Sophie had been positively livid when I’d come home from the
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