Chapter 13 Long Live the Queen of Glitter

Butter and sugar clung to my fingers like sin-glue. “I swear, if Zoey glitters the piano again, I’m gonna—”

“—buy a new one and call her creative,” Sasha cut in with a wicked smile. She stood beside me in a plain apron and kitchen gloves, looking like a culinary veteran. “Face it, Bree. That kid cou...

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