Marigold POV

Sugar did not leave. Of course she didn’t. We ended up talking about the plan of me pretending to be Margaux.

Instead, she plopped herself onto the balcony chaise like she owned the damn place, swirling her soda like it was champagne. “Alright, dollface, listen up. If you’re going to pull this off—pretending to be Margaux—you need sass training. And lucky for you, I am an expert.”

I blinked. “Sass training?”

Gregor growled softly under his breath. “This ...