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going to strangle Mom,” said Peony. “She’s making me loony. ‘Pearl needs to find a husband,’ ‘My daughters are such a drain,’ ‘No one appreciates what I do for them,’ yap yap yap.” She wobbled her fingers in the air in mockery of her mother.
    “What are you doing down here?”
    “ Hiding. Oh, and to ask if you could look at my portscreen.” She pulled a handheld screen from behind her back, offering it to Cinder.
    Cinder took it, but her eyes were on the bottom of Peony’s skirt, watching as the shimmering hem gathered dust bunnies around it. “You’re going to ruin that dress. Then Adri will really be a tyrant.”
    Peony stuck out her tongue but then gathered up her skirt in both fists, hiking the hem up to her knees. “So what do you think?” she said, bouncing on the balls of her bare feet.
    “You look amazing.”
    Peony preened, wrinkling the fabric more in her fingers. But then her cheeriness faltered. “She should have had one made for you too. It’s not fair.”
    “I don’t really want to go.” Cinder shrugged. Peony’s tone had such sympathy that she didn’t bother to argue. She was usually able to ignore the jealousy she had toward her stepsisters—how Adri doted on them, how soft their hands were—especially when Peony was the only human friend she had. But she could not swallow the twitch of envy at seeing Peony in that dress.
    She brushed the topic away. “What’s wrong with the port?”
    “It’s doing that gibberish thing again.” Peony pushed some tools off a stack of empty paint bins, choosing the cleanest spot before sitting down, her full skirts flouncing around her. She swung her feet so that her heels beat steadily against the plastic.
    “Have you been downloading those stupid celeb apps again?”
    “No.”
    Cinder raised an eyebrow.
    “One language app. That’s it. And I needed it for class. Oh—before I forget, Iko, I brought you something.”
    Iko rolled to Peony’s side as she pulled a velvet ribbon from her bodice, leftover trim from the seamstress. The light in the room brightened when Iko saw it.
    “Thank you,” said the android as Peony tied the ribbon around her skinny wrist joint. “It’s lovely.”
    Cinder set the portscreen on the work desk, next to Prince Kai’s android. “I’ll look at it tomorrow. We’re off to find a magbelt for Her Majesty.”
    “Oh? Where are you going?”
    “The junkyard.”
    “It’s going to be a bundle of fun,” said Iko, scanning the makeshift bracelet with her sensor again and again.
    “Really?” said Peony. “Can I come?”
    Cinder laughed. “She’s kidding. Iko’s been practicing her sarcasm.”
    “I don’t care. Anything’s better than going back into that stuffy apartment.” Peony fanned herself and absently leaned back against a stack of metal shelving.
    Reaching out, Cinder pulled her back. “Careful, your dress.”
    Peony surveyed her skirt, then the grime-covered shelves, then waved Cinder’s concern away. “Really, can I? Sounds exciting.”
    “It sounds dirty and stinky,” said Iko.
    “How would you know?” said Cinder. “You don’t have scent receptors.”
    “I have a fantastic imagination.”
    Smirking, Cinder half shoved her stepsister toward the door. “Fine, go get changed. But be quick. I have a story to tell you.”

Chapter Four
     
    PEONY SLUGGED CINDER IN THE SHOULDER, NEARLY PUSHING her into a pile of bald android treads. “How could you wait so long to tell me? You’ve only been home for, what, four hours ?”
    “I know, I know, I’m sorry,” said Cinder, rubbing her shoulder. “There wasn’t a good time, and I didn’t want Adri to know. I don’t want her taking advantage of it.”
    “Who cares about what Mom thinks? I want to take advantage of this. Good stars, the prince. In your booth. I can’t believe I wasn’t there. Why wasn’t I there?”
    “You were busy being fitted in silk and brocade.”
    “Ugh.” Peony kicked a broken headlight out of her