Perhaps exploring the capital in the face of company was not the best way to do it. Not the royal kind when I was in desperate need to forget, if only for a moment. My mate was not bad, but he wasn't Myrna. Not that I wished to be beside my sister while at it either. What I wished for Myrna was to claw her eyes out for daring to put a spell on my mate and binding him to her.
I couldn't deny, however, that being in the crowd, pretending to be something we were not, was always more fun with her, more fulfilling…more distracting. Of course now that I knew the real her, I’d realized that that was because her pretense went deeper than the laughter that the whole experience promised. While I indulged in the fun of it, my sister had gone ahead and coveted, schemed until the pretense became her
