I paused in the doorway, watching the three of them scrub the dishes with furious energy. It came as no surprise that they were cursing me under their breath, hurling every insult they could think of. But for the first time, I actually laughed at the whole scene.

I laughed because, even though they had spent my entire life hurting me and treating me like garbage, the Romanovas were as cartoonish as Cinderella’s wicked stepmother and stepsisters.

They had wasted so much time trying to tear me ...