"My, my," Chloe murmured, studying the chocolate she held. "I do believe this one's gone off. It stinks like a cesspit." Her eyes lifted. "Oh, wait. It's only the guttersnipe." "Or perhaps it's your perfume," I said cordially. "You always smell like a whore." "It's " retorted Runny-Nose, before Chloe could speak. "Then she smells like a whore." "Aren't the eloquent young miss." Chloe's gaze cut to Sophia, standing close behind me. "Slumming, little sister? I can't confess I'm surprised." "I'm merely here for the show," Sophia said breezily. "Something tells me it's going to be good." I took the brooch from my pocket and let it slide down my index finger, giving it a playful twirl. "A fine try. But, alas, no winner's prize for you, Chloe. I'm sure you've been waiting here for Westcliffe to raise the alarm about her missing ring, ready with some well-rehearsed story about how you saw me sneaking into her office and sneaking out again, and oh, look isn't that Eleanore's brooch there on the floor? But I've news for you, dearie. You're sloppy. You're stupid. And the next time you go into my room and steal from , I'll make certain you regret it for the rest of your days." "How dare you threaten me, you little tart!" "I'm not threatening. You have no idea how easy it would be to, say, pour glue on your hair while you sleep. Cut up all your pretty dresses into ribbons." Chloe dropped her half-eaten chocolate back into its box, turning to her toadies. "You heard her! You all head her! When Westcliffe finds out about this-" " didn't hear a thing," piped up Sophia. "In fact, I do believe that Eleanore and I aren't even here right now. We're both off in my room, diligently studying." She sauntered to my side, smiling. "And I'll swear to that, Without hesitation. I have no misgivings about calling you liars right to Westcliffe's face." "What fun," I said softly, into the hush. "Shall we give it a go? What d'you say, girls? Up for a bit of blood sport?" Chloe pushed to her feet, kicking the chocolates out of her way. All the toadies cringed. " " she sneered, her gaze scouring me. " with your ridiculous clothing and that preposterous bracelet, acting as if you actually belong here! Really, Eleanore, I wonder that you've learned of real use yet. Allow me to explain matters to you. You may have duped Sophia into vouching for you, but word means nothing. You're no one. No matter what you do here or who you may somehow manage to impress, you'll always be no one. How perfectly sad that you're allowed to pretend otherwise." "I'm the one he wants," I said evenly. "No one's pretending that." I didn't have to say who. She stared at me, silent, her color high. I saw with interest that real tears began to well in her eyes. "That's right." I gave the barest smile. "Me, not you. Think about that tomorrow, when I'm with him on the yacht. Think about how he watches me. How he listens to me. Another stunt like this"-I held up the circlet-"and you'll be shocked at what I'm able to convince him about " "As if you could," she scoffed, but there was apprehension behind those tears. "Try me." I brought my foot down on one of the chocolates, grinding it into a deep, greasy smear along the rug. "Cheerio," I said to them all, and turned around and left."