Marigold POV
Sugar did not leave. Of course she didn’t. We ended up talking about the plan of me pretending to be Margaux.
Instead, she plopped herself onto the balcony chaise like she owned the damn place, swirling her soda like it was champagne. “Alright, dollface, listen up. If you’re going to pull this off—pretending to be Margaux—you need sass training. And lucky for you, I am an expert.”
I blinked. “Sass training?”
Gregor growled softly under his breath. “This isn’t necessary.”
“Shut it, Alpha Hulksmash,” Sugar shot back without even glancing at him. “Your girlfriend—”
“She’s not my—” we both said at the same time, only for Sugar to keep talking like we hadn’t spoken at all.
“—needs to learn how to act like a spoiled brat princess. Because from what I’ve heard, Margaux wasn’t
