The next morning, I had the misfortune of seeing my stepsister lounging comfortably in the sitting room. Astrid’s legs were crossed, a mug of steaming coffee in one hand, while the other flipped through the pages of a fashion magazine. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Astrid's choice of outfit - was it really necessary to wear a flowing gown just to have a cup of coffee?

“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked, unable to hide the annoyance in my voice.

“Why?” Astrid responded without even bothering to look up from her magazine.

“I will be grateful if you will just go back to Mooncrest, Astrid,” I...