This was the same old crap I’d grown up with. If it wasn’t last-minute exclusions from festivities that all other Seelie were invited to, it was jeering comments from her on my shabby dresses during parades when no one else could hear. It was glares when no one else was looking. It was ordering her guards to use their magic to push and jostle and make me look like a fool after she’d passed through—just
So how is it no one knows she exists?
