I was just walking out of the closet when the door to my rooms opened and Mae walked inside. “All finished destroying your rooms?” I asked. “So I broke a few things.” She lifted a shoulder. “How would you feel if you’d spent your entire youth preparing and hoping for something only to have it ripped out of your grasp?” “Angry.” She wasn’t alone in that emotion. I was angry, too. But did I wreck my rooms? “I want to be queen,” she said. “And I don’t. But neither of us has a choice.” Mae took in my face, my dress, my hair. “You look beautiful.” “Thank you.” She sighed, her shoulders slumping.
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