Your parents hate you. You don’t understand why. Your sisters are beloved while you are treated like dirt. It’s not like they don’t have the money for all three of you, it’s like they don’t want to spend it.

A letter came in the mail today. You read it first.

All unmarried citizens from ages 18-30 are invited to the ball. The queen is looking for a spouse.

Your mother caught you with the letter.

“Give me that.”