Hated.

Willow's eyes immediately landed on the mud-covered dress of Mrs. Miller, and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Little-Angel, why is Mrs. Miller's dress covered in mud?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

"I... I didn't mean to," I stammered, my voice trembling. "It was an accident. I'm so sorry!"

Willow's expression grew more incredulous. "You expect me to believe this was an accident?" she snapped, her tone cutting through me.

"It really was! I swear!" I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.

A mischievous smile danced on Willow's lips as she bent down and began to sweet-talk Coco, the fluffy white dog who had become attached to the soiled dress. "Come on, Coco, let go," she cooed, trying to coax the dog away.

But Coco resisted, holding onto the dress with unwavering loyalty. Panic surged through me; Coco's determination only added to my worry. "Please, Willow," I begged, my voice filled with desperation. "Don't tell anyone about this. I'll do anything."

Willow's eyes narrow