Bianca's POV

I woke up to my phone vibrating like it owed me money.

Groggy, with my hair a mess and last night's face mask still crusting on my chin, I blindly reached for it.

127 missed calls. 89 new texts. 34 emails. 1 apocalypse.

My eyes squinted at the screen. Then I saw it.

"EMMA CALLS OUT HER STEPSISTER LIVE-BIANCA EXPOSED!"

What.

The.

HELL?!

I sat bolt upright, nearly snapping my neck, and reached for the remote. The TV blinked on, and there she was. Emma. On national television. Hair ...