Antoinette kight sarcy book

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…This was the gilded cage her mother had spoken of, a place where talent was honed, twisted, and ultimately, owned. And somewhere within this glittering, chaotic den of ambition, her Sacry was trapped. The realization settled over Antoinette, heavy and cold, but beneath it, a spark of fierce determination began to glow. She wouldn't leave until she found her friend. She wouldn't let this Madame Seraphina get away with whatever dark magic she was weaving. Not while Antoinette Sacry drew breath, and certainly not while her own lemon drizzle cake remained a legend.