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I was in my room.
No, wait.
I was in my prison cell with a queen-sized
bed, a duvet cover, feather pillows and my dad’s girlfriend.
Ugh, Linda
… can’t stand that bitch! If I have to smell her cloying, noxious perfume for
another goddamned minute? I swear I’m going to cut a bitch.
While I was sitting in my room, I was being
watched by my warden, Renata. She was barely taller than me, but she wielded a
key, locking me inside and held the combination to the safe which held my cell
phone. Ever since I was a ‘person of interest’ in that whole tabloid scam, I
was not to be trusted.
I was shocked, to be honest.
I was stunned that I was given as much freedom
as I’d received.
Suckers.
Though, I thought I was more careful. I’d
played the ‘role’ of a loving, caring sister and doting daughter to the best of
my ability upon my return from forced exile. Even though, I wanted to slit my
wrists with how fake I was being. I hated my family. I abhorred my life. A
sister who was ‘sainted’ and a father who was loser and was unable to provide
for me. I’m the kid. My needs should be met, damn it! I shouldn’t be forced
into indentured servitude because my dad’s hands shake uncontrollably and he
could barely walk at times.
Regardless, I’d hoped that the ‘screen’ would
hold true.
Yeah, that would be a no.
I picked a decent-looking servant who had a
sob story and close to my age, losing his brother in some godforsaken,
unnecessary war and an obvious bone to pick with the royal family. I led him on,
had some really bad sex and gained access to the palace’s phone system with his
personalized code. I said that I needed to call my best friend, but in reality,
I was eager to spill the beans on my skank sister.
I had a phone number and email address of an
owner of a tabloid blog. It had been texted to me by an unknown number prior to
my departure to Gevalia, along with a name. I reached out to Laurent and told
him all about how Isabella spread her whore legs to entrap Prince Edward
Anthony Masen Cullen. She was not worthy of royalty. She was not worthy of anything. I couldn’t stand her and her
sanctimonious, holier-than-thou martyr thing she had going on.
Boo hoo, you have to work seven days a week.
It’s called being an adult, honey.
Bella made my life hell, forcing me to work
her shifts at the bakery and now? It’s my
turn to return the favor.
Gevalian Castle
Alice's 'cell'
Mary Alice Swan
Alice's dress for the New Year's Eve Ball ... a deep navy blue (but still gorgeous)
Hair comb Bella wore for the NYE Ball
Bella's gown for the NYE Ball
Masen (minus the beard)
Duke Carlisle
Queen Esme
Charlie Swan
Linda's Dress
Lady Kathryn Denali's dress
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