HAZEL
I didn’t pause, not even for a breath. Their voices drifted through the powder room, soft at first, like a secret meant only for the two of them.
“Did you see Vasilisa?” the one at the mirror whispered.
My pulse spiked. I didn’t know why, but something inside me…clicked. Tightened. I suddenly wanted to know Vasilisa. Needed to know she was. I needed to understand who she was for some reason, but I couldn't tell.
“Yeah,” the one in the cubicle answered. “ Damien's little girl isn't a little girl anymore. I saw her in her blue dress, and I have to tell you, Vasilisa is a real-life princess.”
“Tell me about it,” Mirror woman breathed, and they both laughed—light, careless, cruel.
“Did you see Axel Morretti?” the one in the stall whispered. “Oh my God, what a scandal, right? And he
