Tonight, when the clock strikes thirteen (and oh, it will), you’ll knock on my door. You’ll beg for warmth. For forgiveness. For a single kind word.
You made a villain of me, children. Now watch how perfectly I wear the mask. Mistress Marisa Wicked Stepmom-
And you will drink it. Because the only thing worse than a wicked stepmother... is a clever one who knows exactly where you sleep.” Tonight, when the clock strikes thirteen (and oh,
And I will offer you tea. Chamomile, with a drop of honey. For a single kind word
“You think I am cruel, little ones? No. I am efficient .
Your father married me for my silence. He thought a pretty thing on his arm would hide the rot in his ledgers. But silence has a price, darlings. And you two... you are the interest on his debt.