Dear Diary,

11:45am
OMG! I can’t believe what I’ve just heard. That little, stupid, black haired brat is apparently more beautiful than me. MORE beautiful than ME!!! This is the final straw. Too long has she been sponging off her too soft father and me. 18 years old she is. 18! She should be out and married by now, but oh no, not our “darling Snow Whitey”, no, she is too precious and delicate to be finding her own wretched way in life. Pah! When I was her age I was married to the king! Oh yes, I set my sights high and got my goal. More beautiful? I don’t think so. More annoying? Yes! More manipulative? Yes! More winey? Definitely! But more Beautiful? I think NOT!

1:30pm
Ok, so I have calmed down a little and,  after great thought, I have come to a perfect solution. Well, the only solution really. First I thought that she could accidently walk into a wall and break her “beautiful nose” – that would make her far more attractive. Or, she could have a mishap with the fire and singe off her “pretty”, ebony locks. But in fact she should just die!

6:45pm
Ha! I have come to my decision. Death is the only reasonable option. Not only will I reclaim my title as: “Most Beautiful Woman in ALL the Land”, but I will also be rid of that snotty brat once and for all.
That stupid, bone head huntsman, Borris, will do anything for me. All I have to do is smile and he would kill his own mother if I asked him to. Getting him to knock of SW will be a breeze. Hahaha, I am so happy! And guess what I will do with her heart? Oh, it will give me great satisfaction. I shall have it cooked with red wine and shallots. I am sure it will be a delicious and tender treat.  Share it with her father? Would be fun to watch, but no chance. Her heart is MINE!