Prologue The white doors of the bedroom swung open. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?” An angry blond exploded, throwing his tan arms in the air as he started pacing on the marble floor. “SO I GUESS I’M THE VILLAIN NOW, HUH? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? YOU WANT TO BE THE PRINCESS?” Constance bit her lip, stifling a laugh. “Well, technically-” “YEAH, YEAH. CONNIE, I KNOW YOU’RE THE PRINCESS! BUT ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WHAT IS MY FATHER GOING TO THINK WHEN HE SEES THAT I DID EVIL?! EVERYONE IN MY VILLAGE BELIEVES I’M THE HERO, AND WE BOTH KNOW THAT ISN’T TRUE. . . BUT STILL!” Gideon shouted, his face as red as the tunic he wore. “Look, Gideon. I’m sorry, okay? This is our fairytale. And just because I control it, I’m not making you the villain. You’re making yourself more and more villainous every day,” Constance said. Ever since the first page appeared in their fairytale, Constance believed she was the witch in this story. Now she didn’t even know what to believe. Constance added the page on Gideon’s outburst at the town square yesterday on impulse, without thinking. But the problem was when a new page was added to the tale, it would never disappear. Now Constance was stuck with the guilt and the fear of what both her and Gideon’s parents would think when reading the newest page. . .
