I will tell you a tale now, of a family of three, torn apart by jealousy and greed. It's a tale of three sisters, and it's a story about love.
It begins with two sisters, one by the name of Viviann and another by the name of Danielle. They live with their mother, Lady Belinda of Tuzalor. Their lives are as normal as the lives of any of the other ladies of Tuzalor. That is, until James McGee comes into their lives, with his magic and his daughter.
Lady Belinda, a widow for years, thinks she has found love at last. The wedding is a glorious day for her. Anyone who is anyone comes to the gala event, and Lady Belinda finds herself getting complimented by even the Queen. Belinda has never shunned the great crowds or a mass of people surrounding her, and this is no exception.
She pays no mind to her two daughters. One is sitting on the sideline, staring up at the new stepfamily through the gaps in her hair, and the other skipping around with the other rich children, exchanging rumors and childish opinions.
James's daughter, Cindy, finds herself suddenly surrounded by people of high class, and like her stepmother, she is not aversive to this. Her father has raised her ever since her mother died of a terrible wasting disease, and this solitude had never been to her liking. Perhaps the life of a hermit was enough to satisfy her father, but not her. She was at last getting her due.
But James, being no ordinary man, realized he had to save his daughter, even if it meant shaming himself and the morals he had once held close. So he did it, he shamed his craft and all he had once stood for and put love into the poor Lady Belinda's heart in the form of a glass rose.
He did not think of the consequences if the spell were ever to break.