Seraphina's POV"Watch where you’re going, you clumsy—"The voice cut off, replaced by a sharp, inhaled breath. I looked up, pushing my tangled hair out of my eyes, and found myself staring at the hem of a gown that probably cost more than my adoptive parents’ car.Vivienne.She stood there, silhouetted against the glow of a massive crystal chandelier, looking every bit the mafia princess she had spent twelve years pretending to be.She looked down at me, and for a heartbeat, there was silence. Then, a slow, cruel smile spread across her lips—the kind of smile a predator wears when it finally corners a wounded rabbit."My, my, Seraphina," she purred, her voice a low, melodic poison. "You look like you’ve had a very... eventful evening. What happened? Did the help mistake you for the trash and try to take you out?"I scrambled to my feet, my hands shaking so hard I had to press them a
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