My Evil Stepmother, The Comedic Terror

Previously

…The diary had revealed a Seraphina I never knew existed – a woman haunted by loneliness, by a desperate need for love and acceptance, a woman who used her eccentricities as armor, her grand schemes as a way to fill the echoing emptiness within. And in that moment, watching her solitary figure bathed in moonlight, I saw not a monster, but a deeply flawed, deeply unhappy human being. The mystery of her true nature hadn't been solved, but a new layer had been added, a layer of profound, unsettling sorrow. The facade was cracking, and for the first time, I felt a flicker of something akin to understanding, a dangerous empathy that I knew I had to keep hidden. The game was far from over.