I was under her skin already. “It’s fine,” I said casually. “I’ll be perfectly happy up there with my girls. No more helping. No more devil�...�s bargains for nice houses or whatever else. I’ll call my uncle John and see about being just another happy, selfish piece of shit while you do your best to alienate every powered person who might’ve been an asset to your organization. All evidence suggests that that’s what you want. You’d have behaved so very differently today otherwise.”She smiled. It seemed as if they had prepared food only for twenty-seven people. I just hoped that the items I didn’t get to sample gave them food poisoning.After what seemed to be like an eternity, the picnic was done and everyone gathered all their belongings quickly, excited at the prospect of finally reaching the cabin. Although I didn’t share their enthusiasm, I also couldn’t wait to finally have a roof over my head and probably lie down somewhere. Needless to say, ‘connecting with nature’ wasn’t. It refreshes, it relaxes and it makes one's breath attractive. In excess, it becomes an abomination.Naturally, I endeavored to obtain as much information about the events after I had exited the ball as I could. Since my "family" wants little to do with me other than order me to do this or that, this took some effort. However, I soon discovered that the whole subject of Cinderella left a foul taste in the mouths of each of them. (I speak here of the figurative. Henceforth, I shall cover the. In a silent prayer, she begged the Lord almighty that this wasn’t the same George. To her glee and dismay, it was him. She bit her tongue to hold back the little gasp that wanted to escape from her lips. His blond hair was combed up with gel, just like when he was a kid (She called him a kid when he’s almost two years older! Ha!), he had some facial hair which made him look rugged; it was shaved in a triangle on his chin and a small amount on his upper lip. He looked the same, just taller and….