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Snow was openly weeping and had been since the news had arrived in the early hours of the morning.

Was it possible to cry oneself to death? If so, Snow felt as if she were close, her tears were long gone and now each sob made her entire body ache anew.

As the raven-haired princess cried, her stepmother appeared in the doorway to her room, desperate for comfort. Snow White threw herself upon the only mother she had ever known, clinging to her as if she were a raft on a stormy sea.

Popularity was something that came easy to Evie. Everyone on the Isle seemed to love her; except two particularly Dark Fairies. Which was how Evie landed in this predicament. Grimhilde would remind Evie that they were just jealous. The fact that Mal put gum in Evie’s hair seemed a bit much, regardless. Even if they were supposed to be Underworld spawn. Unsure of how her mother would react, 6-year-old Evie timidly walked into Grimhilde’s room. In her beautiful sapphire hair was a bright large wad of purple gum. “Mama…I had a bad day at school…”

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The sound of her mother’s voice was a powerful thing. The first note that left Grimhilde’s mouth had an instant effect on Evie; her posture straightened and her eyes widened. The girl’s mind raced in a million different directions at once. Her makeup was applied perfectly as always, just like she was taught—but was that enough to satisfy the Evil Queen?—and her wardrobe was impeccable but the princess might never shake the looming feeling of her appearance not being beautiful enough to meet her mother’s expectations.