I'm not who they think I am. A docile girl who meekly obeys her stepmother and
stepsisters. Some kind of sick angel who cheerfully bears their mistreatment. That's what I WANT them to think. Because then they won't suspect what I'm really up to.
T...
Not yet, of course. But I'll get him. And his castle. And his kingdom! Mine. Then I'll flaunt my victory in my stepsisters' faces, rub their crooked noses in it. But they won't get to taste my wealth, not a crumb.
Trouble is, I can't do it until I've saved enough white magic. And to do that, I have to be good.
I hate being good.
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