Shelley sat down dramatically into the nearest velvet chair, one hand flung over her forehead in frustration.

"I am so tired of these introductions," she groaned. "I swear, if one more relative pinches my cheek and says, 'You look just like your mother!' I'm going to scream."

Beauty turned to her twin with an amused expression, arms folded across her sequined dress.

"But you do look like Mum."

"So do you! Yet I am the one who gets the annoying attention."

Beauty ...