“There sure are a lot of people here.”
“Of course,” Aurora sneered. “But most of them are here for the King and not your witch mother.”
“Stop calling my mama a witch.”
“She is a witch, and you know it.”
Amethyst clenched her fists.
“I dare you to attack me,” Aurora challenged. “Then I can throw you and your witch mother in prison and you two can rot in there for the rest of your miserable lives.”
Amethyst wanted to teach Aurora a lesson, but Nira held her by the hand and told her to ignore the Princess’s statement.
Amethyst shook her head and gazed at Aurora. “You do know that she’ll be your mama and the King will be my—”
“Do not finish that sentence,” Aurora declared, snapping the fan open over Amethyst’s mouth. “I cannot believe I am going to have a witch for a mother and a monst
