The Empress's Second Chance

From the back cover

The imperial selection, a grand affair that could secure a family' s fortune, was upon us.

But in the Thompson household, excitement was replaced by a chilling demand.

My mother, Mrs. Thompson, gripped my hands, her face a mask of strained concern.

"Sarah, you have to do this for us. For the family."

She wanted me to go to the selection in my cousin Emily' s place, "fail gracefully," and return home a nobody.

I looked at her, her words a haunting echo from a life I' d already lived.

The last time, I believed her.

I failed as instructed, but nobody ever came for me.

I spent three years as a low-ranking intern, enduring humiliation and grueling labor, clinging to the promise of my family.

When I finally scraped enough money to return, I found red lanterns and festive decorations.

My cousin, Emily, was marrying my fiancé.

My mother saw me at the gate, tattered and starved.

"What are you doing here?" she spat. "You' re an embarrassment. Go away."

The gates slammed shut, laughter from inside filling my ears as I collapsed in the snow, my life bleeding away.

Then, I woke up.

Back in my room, my mother' s voice a poisonous murmur.

"Sarah, you have to do this for us."

A bitter laugh almost escaped.

I was back, at the very moment of my ruin.

But this time, things would be different.

I pulled my hands from her grasp, a cold resolve settling in my heart.

"I will go. But I will go as Sarah Thompson. And I will not fail."