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She would show that blue-haired princess a thing or two.
Of course, she’d already told Evie that she couldn’t come to the party, but that wasn’t enough. It was too simple, too blunt. Mal had to be sneaky, like Lady Tremaine had been, pretending to be working in Cinderella’s best interests when she had been doing exactly the opposite.
Mal realized that she’d been waiting years for this chance, whether or not she’d consciously known it. The memory of the “lost” invitation—if indeed it had ever existed in the first place (it was still unclear what had truly happened)—grated on her feelings as sharply today as it had when she was six years old.
A day like that can only happen once in sixteen years.
A day like that changes a person.
A day like that was never going to happen again.
Not if Mal could help it.
And to be honest, Mal wanted to do more than ruin Evie’s day, she wanted to ruin her year. On second thought, maybe keeping Evie out of the party was the wrong move. If Evie wasn’t there, then Mal wouldn’t have the opportunity to torture her to her heart’s delight.
Mal finished writing down her plans just as the bell rang and caught up to Jay, who was all cheer and charm—and by the time they reached the door, his pockets were full of much more than that.
“Hold up,” Mal said as she spotted Carlos and Evie coming toward them.
Evie looked genuinely fearful and Carlos wary as they approached Mal, who blocked the doorway.
“Hey, Evie, you know that party I’m having?” Mal asked.
Evie nodded. “Um, yeah?”
“I was only kidding earlier,” Mal said with the sweetest smile she could manage. “Of course you’re invited.”
“I am?” Evie squealed. “Are you sure you want me there?”
“I don’t want anything more in the world,” said Mal grandly, and truthfully. “Don’t miss it.”
“I won’t,” promised Evie with a nervous smile.
Mal watched her and Carlos skitter away with satisfaction. Jay raised an eyebrow. “What was that all about? I thought you didn’t want her there,” he said, as he deftly stole a rotten banana from a first-year’s lunch pail.
“Plans change.”
“An evil scheme, huh?” Jay waggled both eyebrows.
“Maybe,” Mal said mysteriously, not wanting to give anything away. It wasn’t like Jay could be trusted. “Thieves’ honor” meant neither of them had any.
“Come on. It’s me. The only one you can stand on this island.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she said, only half smiling.
“Don’t you hate parties? You didn’t go to Anthony Tremaine’s kickback the other week, and you missed my cousin Jade’s ‘Scary Sixteenth.’ They were off-the-hook, as the pirate posse would say.” He smirked.
“Those were different. Anyway, you need to hop to it. Carlos can’t throw my party alone.” She grabbed his arm. “We need jugs of spicy cider, bags of stale potato chips, sparkling slop, the works.”
Jay peeled the banana and took a bite. “Done.”
“And make sure it’s the good stuff from the wharf, from the first boats. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”
He saluted and tossed the banana peel on the floor, and they both watched gleefully as a fellow student slipped and fell. Things like that never got old.
Mal smiled, her green eyes glittering a little more like her mother’s than usual. “Let’s go. I have a party to throw.” And someone to throw it at.
Carlos never shied from a mission, and if Mal wanted a howler, there was no alternative but to provide one. There was nothing he could do about it, AP Evil Penchant or not. He knew his place on the totem pole.
