My Evil Stepmother, The Comedic Terror

Previously

…As the last guest fled, leaving Seraphina standing alone amidst the scattered remnants of her grand unveiling, a profound silence descended. She turned, her eyes meeting mine across the empty hall. There was no anger there, not anymore. Just a profound, chilling emptiness. The mystery of her true nature remained, perhaps, but tonight, the terror had been laid bare, not by me, but by the ink and the secrets she had so carelessly poured onto the pages of her own undoing. The grand unveiling was complete. And it was mine.