Antoinette kight sarcy book

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…Antoinette took a deep breath, the scent of burnt sugar and tiny, magical pastries filling her lungs. This was it. The adventure she’d always secretly craved, disguised as a disaster. She was flustered, she was terrified, and she had absolutely no idea what she was doing. But Sacry needed her. And that, Antoinette knew with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, was the only pattern that truly mattered.