Imogen
Bianca nods her head excitedly, though I still have my doubts about her intentions. Yet, I no longer fear her. I know I can take her down and I can tell she knows I will make good on my word to incinerate her. My father clears his throat, disturbing our little tiff.
“Well, isn’t this nice? See? You can get along,” he says, making me glare at him.
I know she is his daughter and has an attachment to her, but I don’t, so I don’t feel an ounce of guilt at threatening her. Growing up, I always wanted a sibling. I suppose this is their way of cursing me with that wish. Bianca holds the dress out to me, and I take it from her. She stands up, making me eye her suspiciously as she glides over to me, ever so graceful with her movements.
“Come, you should try it on.” She says, and my fath
