No seam was showed.
There was no seam to show.
Reality had been edited.
And reality, unlike every author on this island, kept no drafts.
"Right?" Delilah pounced on it instantly, sitting up. "I haven't seen Mom at all since yesterday. I assumed she was holed up with Sienna, but—"
"But Sienna hasn't left her room since yesterday either," Victoria said, frowning. "Hasn't so much as ordered food. Which for Sienna is practically a medical event."
"Patricia." Maddie spun on her. "When did you last see the Queen?"
And just like that, Patricia was the center of the car — as she would be, sharing a penthouse as she did with the uncrowned and yet entirely unchallenged Queen of the whole operation.
Patricia, who had somehow drawn the roommate assignment other women would have committed felonies for, and who wore the privilege with the serene obliviousness of a woman who'd been handed a dragon's hoard and mostly appreciated the lighting.
