Book 5: This Can’t Be Right

Maddy

The third floor is quiet as I slowly walk through the narrow hallways made of stone. This section of the house hasn’t been renovated in a long time, and the stone is cool to the touch as I fight to keep my head on straight. What could I possibly say to Louisa? All I really want to do is hit her, which I’d be well within my rights to do. Elodie, well, I’d be better off picking her up and throwing her through a window, ridding the world of her altogether, than trying to have a conversation with her about anything that doesn’t have to do with clothes or jewels.

I turn the final corner in the left wing of the third floor and don’t have a chance to linger over my decision to come up here any longer.

“You don’t deserve any of this, you know.” Louisa says in a cool, shrill voice. Her pinched mouth curves into a smile as she steps out of the shadows, towering over me. “And look how he’s dressed you tonight. Red silk. How fine it is. This dress must h