BRITTANY'S POV
I popped the champagne cork, and Queen Rosina let out a delighted squeal. We were alone in the palace, freely sharing our joy and happiness with what had happened.
We had achieved what we set out to do – get rid of Wendy.
“To us,” Queen Rosina said, raising her glass. “To our perfect plan,”
I clinked my glass against hers, taking a sip of the bubbly liquid. It was sweet, just like our victory.
“Finally,” I murmured.
Queen Rosina’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “That Wendy b***h is out of the way, as she should’ve been from the start.”
Wendy.
The name alone was enough to send a ripple of resentment through me. For years, I had stood by, forced to watch her take everything that should have been mine. And for what? Because George had some stupid attachment to h
