Antoinette kight sarcy book

Previously

…Her mother offered no verbal response, but the rhythmic click of her needles seemed to say, “Try. And see what unravels.” Antoinette grabbed her coat, a determined glint in her eye. The plan was still ridiculously ill-conceived, a patchwork of hopeful leaps and desperate guesses. But it was hers. And with a golden knitting needle, a dash of theatrical flair, and a mother who communicated in yarn-based prophecies, she was ready to steal her friend back. The grand heist plan was officially underway.