“never fall for a handsome man. think they’re entitled to the whole world, even once they’re bloated and balding,” pecked cinderella, picking at peter’s peaches, once she’d lapped up her own.
In two days’ time, I could be given to a man I know nothing about, who knows nothing about me. My own wants and needs will be silenced in favor of what he thinks is best. What if he thinks nothing of putting a bruise on my neck? And if I’m not chosen, what then? And Erin. My dear Erin. What will become of us?
“Maybe give us some warning next time?”
“Maybe don’t try to stab every man you see,” Amina shoots back.
Constance looks to me and shrugs. “It’s a habit.”