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“She just so…so-ugh!” Bridget complained.
Uliana has never seen the Princess of Hearts this frustrated. She's flying around the kitchen in a blur of pink, slamming down bowls and mixing ingredients with more anger than someone should be able to put into sweets.
She sits and watches as Bridget stirs and stirs and rants. “It's just…what makes her so special?”
“I have no idea who you're talking about, B.”
She paused, glancing at the sea witch. “Right. Sorry. It's my sister. Y'know my parents sent me another letter today, asking if I could stay here for the weekend because Evelyn has so many royal duties? Stupid fucking Evelyn!”
“Your sister?” Uliana asked plainly.
“Yes! She just…ugh she's so perfect and they can't even try and pretend they don't like her more.”
“Sisters are horrible.” Uliana admitted. “Especially when they think they're so much better than you.”
“Ursula?” Bridget asked, pulling a cupcake tin from the cabinet.
She nodded. “Always is.”
“I hate her.”
“I bet I hate my sister more.”
Bridget laughed, setting the oven timer.
Uliana liked seeing her smile.