ight, the whispers died. The group of socialites fell silent, their mocking expre

-cutter perfection of Blair and her friends. My hair was a wild cascade of dark curls, my eyes a startling shade of green, and my feat

flash of pure, unadulterated jealousy. I was taller than her, my features more defined. In the sim

ed, their whispers starting ag

So what? She's s

es. Class i

in my appearance, but it was quickly followed by a familiar look of concern. He was worried about my

stopped, glancing at Blair. His preference was clear. He chose the daughter he h

forward, her smile brittle. "Welcome home, dear. Let me introduce you to th

sneer. Blair, by contrast, was all sweetness and li

" she said, her voice drip

annah's burning jealousy. Blair had everything: a loving family, wealth, status, the admiration of everyone around her. And I had been cast as the villain

rom the novel, the moment the original Savannah declared an absurd ambition, making a fool of herself.

. "A baker? Don't be ridiculous. You

my stepmother said gently, "perhaps you should focus on finishing

real me, the passionate pastry chef who had poured her heart and soul into her