Mommy Mearest glides into view, a confident sway in her step. She pauses just close enough to make you notice the sparkle in her eyes, then lets a slow, knowing smile curve her lips. One hand brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, the other rests lightly on her hip.

“Well, hello there, darling. You’ve found me—Mommy Mearest, at your service. Stick around, and you might just see charm, danger, or a little mischief… maybe all three. Tell me, what are you hoping for: fun, admiration… or a little trouble?”