Brianna replaying every moment on that stage. Raven's voice. The crowd's whispers. The way her face burned with humiliation.By dawn, the anger had hardened into something else. Something cold and quiet.She dressed and went downstairs.The kitchen was empty. She made coffee and sat at the table, staring at nothing.Footsteps. Raven walked in, still in her robe, looking perfectly rested."Well, good morning, Cinderella. Enjoy the ball?"Brianna said nothing.Raven poured herself coffee. Leaned against the counter. "You know, I almost felt bad last night. Almost." She smiled. "Then I remembered you don't belong here, and the feeling passed."Still nothing."Cat got your tongue? Or did you finally realize your place?"Brianna set down her coffee. Looked directly at Raven."My place is wherever I choose to stand. Not where you put me."Raven's smile flickered.Then the kitchen door swung open.Dawson walked in. His eyes went from Brianna to Raven. He didn't need to ask what had happened.
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