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For a second I don’t utter a word. I just stare at Ava, her cheeks flushed from a mixture of anger, jealousy, and embarrassment. The sun has the same effect on her, sweat drips down the side of her face and falls to the ground. Everything she’s ever done to me has me sitting back and enjoying every second of her fit. I can see her anger rising with my lack of response and it only makes this moment sweeter.

“What’s the rush? Our guest of honor has arrived. We have more than enough time,” I said. “What do we even have to do?” I asked.

“We’re going to be judging the others from higher ground,” Ava said.

“You can’t be serious?” I laughed. When I looked at my sister the expression on her face answers that. She’s dead serious. “Why would we do that?” I asked.

“It’s what anyone of high nobility does. Our guests have arrived and now we’ll go and judge them,” Ava said. She said it as if this explanation was enough to make me understand.

“Skipping breakfast to greet guests is one thing. Continu