Thanks to my dad marrying Satan's ex- wife, my life goes from pretty cushy to hell on earth. I lose my bedroom to one of her spoiled, trollish sons, and am banished to the attic where it's bake- your-brains hot in summer and freeze- your-nads cold in winter. Every day of my life is filled with chores now. I can barely fit in homework and sleep and I'm probably going to flunk out of college. Meanwhile, my henpecked father merely turns his eyes the other way.
The New Orleans annual New Year's Eve Ball is coming up and I was so psyched over it because I'm finally old enough to go, except SHE says I'll have to stay home. So much for my dream of catching the prince's eye from across a crowded room... or is it?
