"What did I even do?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly, though I hated that it did.
Mariela's lips curled into a cruel smile as if she had been waiting for this moment. "I'll tell your father everything you've been doing," she spat, her tone thick with malice. "You just wait."
I clenched my jaw, my fingers digging into my palm. It didn't matter what I said. It never did. The truth was irrelevant when she and Selena could twist it into whatever fit their narrative.
So, I did the only thing that made sense—I turned and walked away, refusing to give her the satisfaction of another reaction. I climbed the stairs with measured steps, but each one felt heavier than the last. By the time I reached my room, I was drained.
Shutting the door behind me, I exhaled sharply and dropped onto my bed, face down. The torn dress clung to my skin like a second layer of shame, a raw reminder of everything that had happened tonight.
What a life.
