"Klara. Get in here. We have work to do."
The door opened almost immediately. Klara slipped inside like a shadow, closing it softly behind her. The moment the latch clicked, I let out a long, shaky breath and started pacing, the heavy emerald gown swishing around my legs like chains.
"That bitch," I hissed, still in German because it felt safer. "She has Naomi's face. The same smile. The same fake sweetness dripping from every word. I wanted to slap her again the second she opened her mouth."
Klara's eyes widened, but she stayed quiet, hands clasped tightly in front of her as she waited for me to finish.
I stopped in front of the tall window, staring out at the gardens where servants were already setting up for tonight's banquet. Torches were being lit, tables arranged, musicians tuning instruments in the distance. The whole palace was preparing for a performance.
