I didn't have to wait that long for my next patient to walk in. Lady Tremaine appeared to be somewhere in her late 50s/early 60s, with a grey up-do and a maroon 19th century style dress. One thing that was for sure was that she was nowhere near as pretty as Queen Grimhilde.

"Lady Tremaine?" I stuck my hand out. "I'm Dr. Russell."

"It's nice to meet you Dr. Russell," she replied shaking my hand before sitting down. Like Grimhilde her voice was also cold.

At least she attempted to be nice, I thought. "So Lady Tremaine, I have some questions for you if you don't mind."

"Not at all."

"Okay, first question. What was your childhood like?"

"Well, like all childhoods there were parts of it that brought me joy and others that brought me pain."

"Care to elaborate?"

"I grew up in a very wealthy family, money was never an issue. I had just about everything I could've asked for."

"So what about the pain of which you speak?"

"It all started when I was a little girl. That's when she was born."

"Who's 'she?'"

"My little sister, the favorite of the family. You should've seen how much everyone loved her, spoiling her to bits with her blond hair and big blue eyes. As soon as she came along I might as well had not even exist. From that day onward I basically had to be self-sufficient while she had the whole world handed to her."

"So you were jealous of her looks?"

"While I do admit that she was prettier than me, that wasn't the reason for my jealousy. I know I'm not the most beautiful woman in the world, and that's not something I ever cared about. What I was jealous of was that she was so spoiled because she was so beautiful. But I was the only one who didn't give in to her. And whenever I would treat her like a normal person rather than like a princess, I was punished."

"So what you're saying is that your whole life you had to work in order to survive while all your sister had to do was look pretty."

"Precisely."

"When was the last time you talked to her?"

"Probably the day I moved out of my house for good. I don't know what happened to her since nor do I really care. I wanted her out of my life for good."

"And it seems as though she is."

"Or so I thought."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll explain in a moment, but please, continue with your questions first."

"Alright, tell me about your husbands."

"My first husband was from an arranged marriage. There's not much else to say about it other than that he was the father of my two girls. Unfortunately after about eight years he became ill and died of heart failure. As for Cinderella's father, we met at a salon one night. We didn't so much fall in love as much as we needed another parent for our children. When we were married we really didn't have that much to do with each other. But once I saw her, I could feel history begin to repeat itself."

"What do you mean? When you saw Cinderella?"

"Yes. She looked just like my sister. I knew that if I didn't do something about it my daughters would end up just like me having a sister like her. Luckily when her father died, it seemed like I finally had my golden opportunity for revenge."

"So you took out all those years of hatred on your sister towards Cinderella?"

"Yes, and this time I didn't have anyone to stop me. I wanted to make up for my childhood through my own girls, giving them all the love that my parents stopped giving me."

"Did you by any chance kill Cinderella's father? I mean you clearly wanted to extract your revenge on your sister through Cinderella and the only thing stopping you was her father, and he just so happened to die only six months after your marriage."

"I know it may seem as though I did, but I swear to you that I did not harm him. As much as I hated Cinderella the need to have a father for my daughters surpassed that."

"So part of that revenge was not letting Cinderella go to the ball, correct?"

"I knew that if I let her go then the Prince would be all over her and toss my girls aside, just like every man was with my sister."

"But I thought you didn't care about your looks."

"I don't, but when you're twenty and you have all the men in town coming over to your house just to fight over your fifteen-year-old sister while not one of them even gives you a second glance, you can't help but develop a sense of bitterness towards men. Why do you think that my parents set me up for an arranged marriage? It's because they all wanted her instead of me, leaving me with no suitors of my own."

"Okay, I have everything I need, but I just have one more question, and this is more out of curiosity. Why did you decide to name your cat Lucifer?"

"The name came after we got him. We had him for a few weeks and we hadn't named him yet, but he was such a troublemaker that everyone just started calling him that and it stuck. As for me, I like it. After all, Lucifer was the angel of light who became a dark, bitter person because he was denied love in order to spoil the special one, just like me."

"Wow, I can definitely say I've learned a lot from this." I closed my notebook and stood up. "Again, it was nice to meet you Lady Tremaine."

"Well it was nice to meet you too Dr. Russell." She shook my hand one more time before heading out of the room.

"Okay, who's next?" I asked myself as I sat down in front of the computer. "Oh boy," I sighed, not looking forward to my next patient. "The Queen of Hearts. Well this'll be fun," I said sarcastically.