Karen’s POVThe look of sheer despair Elena flashed at me once she heard my suggestion was even more satisfying than I had expected.Unfortunately, I could barely relish it.“It sure is convenient how you’re the one who suggested Elena take the perfume,” a familiar voice sounded, already making the hairs on the back of my neck bristle.A nerve popped in my forehead as I fought to school my expression before turning to Fiona.Feigning confusion, I asked, “What are you trying to insinuate, Princess Fiona?”She crossed her arms as she boldly accused, “That it looks like you set her up.”Gasps erupted behind me and, for a moment, my confidence faltered.I hadn’t expected anyone to try and defend Elena. Especially not Fiona—who, from what I heard, did not get along with her at all. Yet here she was, threatening to destroy my carefully architected plans.I placed my hand over my heart, feigning offense and hurt. “How can you say that? I’ve been nothing but kind to Elena since her arrival, a
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