“Oh, lighten up,” Miranda said, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. “It’s just a prank. She looked so peaceful, I couldn’t resist.”

I spun on her, a growl rising in my throat that didn’t feel human, but before I could tear her apart, the room was suddenly crowded. My parents, Claudia and Raymond, rushed in, followed by a handful of engagement party guests holding wine glasses.

“What is happening?” my father demanded.

“She did it!” I screamed, pointing at Miranda with a shaking hand. “She rubbed chili paste into Sophie’s eyes while she was sleeping! Look at her!”