Everyone knows Snow White—pale skin, raven hair, gentle heart. Everyone knows her cruel stepmother, the Evil Queen with the magic mirror. That woman is me, Glenda Everhart, sole heir of House Everhart. Three years engaged to Prince Tristan, I'd gained sixty pounds, bloated, blotched, and unrecognizable. One day my mirror warned, "Don't drink the tonic." When Rosalie brought my daily herbal brew and urged me to drink it, I slid it toward her. "You have it instead."
