Violet’s hand shook as she put in the last few stitches of her embroidered robe. She had worked night and day to make it come out looking worthy of the vampire king, but eventually with all the effort she had put in, when she held it out in front of her, it still didn’t look good enough to her own eyes.

“How could this ever beat Bailey?” She whined to herself and felt defeated even before she’d gotten a chance to contest.

She wanted to win by all means necessary, and feeling like her ...