Welcome to the first day of the rest of your horrible, awful, wicked-stepmother filled life!
I was positive Dad was playing a sick joke on me and my sister and little brother. What kind of guy seriously brings home a blonde bimbo he met on a singles cruise to play mommy to his three kids? My dad, evidently. And not only did he ask her to live with us, but he says he’s going to marry her.
Over my dead body. Seriously. It might be Over. My. Dead. Body.
Because Morgan isn’t good people. There’s something more sinister going on in my house than your average stepmotherly wickedness. Morgan’s got evil plans for my family, and she’s not going to let me get in her way, even if it means making sure there’s one fewer Anthony living in her happy home.