Growing up with Cassandra meant getting used to her lies. I'd lost count of the times she'd twisted a situation to her favour, how she'd cry until people bent over backwards to soothe her.
Once, she'd even ruined her own dolls, ripped their heads clean off, only to run to our mother sobbing that I had done it. And of course, Mother had given her mine "to calm her down."
But this wasn't about dolls anymore. And we weren't children.
"Cass," I said, keeping my voice calm even as her wails filled the ballroom. "Stop making a scene. Remember, you're pregnant."
Gasps whispered through the crowd as Daniel finally appeared, rushing through onlookers like some knight in shining armour. He crouched at her side, helping her up with a flourish of protective arms.
"What happened?!" His voice boomed, eyes snapping to me like fire.
"She pushed me," Cassandra whimpered, leaning into him. "I was only trying to talk to her…"
