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For five years, the diamond tiara went without fail to Diana.
This year, with her in bed due to a binge of cherries, we expected a change of face.
What was our surprise when Georgia, her twin, was crowned.
Identical triumphant smile, identical vacant eyes... until we saw her wipe a trickle of blood from her lips.
My stomach churned as Georgia pointed to the bed, where a lump lay motionless under the sheets.
With demented glee, she pushed aside the blankets revealing Isabelita's limp body, her face a mask of frozen horror.
The diadem had found a new head on which to reign.
