“Come with us to the party,” they said. “It’ll be fun,” they said. “You don’t see anything but your work, but you need to build relationships—come on, you’re not a little girl anymore,” they said. So what? How did that end for me? Right—nothing good. I ended up in someone else’s body, sitting in some incomprehensible castle, trying to find money just to survive. And my fiancé threatens to arrive any day now. And I want to kill him before he even gets here.