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"Ugh. Dalia Reign Carbone. Even her name sounds like an overpriced cologne."
"She used to stay here a lot, back when we were younger," Persphone added, handing me a glass. "Always pretending to be so prim, so composed. Meanwhile, she'd snitch on us for sneaking out and flirt with everything in pants that wasn't Icarus."
"Which made it so much worse when everyone started acting like she was made for him," Ophelia muttered. "I swear, even Father and Mother acted like she was the damn second coming."
Persphone leaned against the headboard of her massive bed, legs crossed, wine glass spinning lazily between her fingers. Ophelia sat beside her, curled up like a content cat, while I perched on the
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