Yesterday I was Masha Semyonova—just Maria, as they say. And today I am Princess Sofia Vyazemskaya, the heiress to a considerable fortune. The girl is noble and pretty—but a fake. No magic. Weak health. Her character can’t be seen even in the earliest beginnings. In short, a disgrace for the Vyazemsky line—unworthy of a sorceress whom the emperor has planned to make my husband. But I’m not a princess, and I won’t put up with insults. I’ll return home no matter what!
The main thing while I’m looking for the way back is keeping my distance from my husband. In theory it’s simple. In practice… well, we don’t need practice. We just need to somehow explain it to Andrey… and cope with my unruly heart.