Kat POV“What do you think you are doing?” The cold edge of Madame Zametovka’s voice was enough to freeze the blood in my veins, and I almost dropped the plate I held. “What do you mean?” I asked as casually as I could. She eyed me up and down, the condescension in her gaze enough to make me feel as insignificant as a fallen leaf in a forest. “Princesses do not get fat,” she responded, taking my plate from me and setting it on the table firmly. “And you are teetering close to that point.” I stared at her, my mouth hanging open slightly in shock that someone had really done something as crazy as refuse to let a person eat at dinner. But there she was, all five foot something of her dressed in an outfit better suited to mourning, and staring at me as if she were daring to defy her. Instead, I slapped on a strained smile, gritting my teeth as I brushed past her, desperate to escape her presence. “Don’t cry, don’t react, don’t cry, don’t react,” I chanted to myself under my breath a
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