I knocked quickly on Stepmother's door. "Come in, Drizella," she replied.
"Wrong daughter," I answered as I entered anyway.
"Yes, Anastasia," she called.
"Still wrong," I murmured.
She whirled and stared at me. "Cinderella?" She was stunned—apparently she hadn't been expecting to see me again.
"Hello, Stepmother," I greeted her evenly.
She stepped slowly toward me and whispered, "Everyone claimed you'd died."
I rolled my eyes and said, "We need to talk."
"Can it wait?" she asked.
I shook my head. She nodded for me to continue. "For starters, I have no interest in the Prince—outside of getting to know him as my stepbrother-in-law—and I plan on staying here with my family," I informed her. She nodded. I left the room then. She stared at I walked proudly out of the room, as if I knew what I was doing.
