x of relief and shock. My father had his arm ar

said, his voice low. "You fi

ve been waiting for this day for tw

ur glasses when the ba

aids, all in expensive dresses I' d paid for, followed her like a floc

eked. "How could y

ped forward. "You' re being so petty, Ethan!

ed. "Is that what you

clasped together. "Ethan, please. Don' t be r

my father said, his voice lik

eyes, the fake outrage from her friends, the entitlement radiating from

ldness in my face. Her tone sh

r back. "Be like that. But you' ll

p and down, a s

this, Ethan. I pr

k a sip of

uietly, meeting her gaze.

e to break. For the first time

turned and stormed out, her