“High queen,” she snapped, for some reason highly offended at being referred to as a princess. As the man walked away, though, Margo’s expression softened slightly. She rolled her eyes and reluctantly prepared to admit fault.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m a little on edge here.” Her arms folded across her chest. Margo had never felt more like a fish out of water, and so instantaneously at that. This was not the world for her. How was she supposed to get along here?