My Evil Stepmother, The Comedic Terror

Previously

…As the last rays of sunlight faded, casting long shadows across my room, I closed the diary, my hands still shaking. I had stumbled upon a secret, a weapon, and a burden. The knowledge I now possessed was a double-edged sword. It offered a sliver of understanding, a potential escape route from Seraphina’s twisted games. But it also meant I could no longer simply endure. I was now an active participant, a co-conspirator in her madness, whether I liked it or not. The art of the glare, I suspected, would soon need to evolve into something far more complex. The mystery of Seraphina had deepened, and I was now inextricably bound to its unfolding.