Setting Myself Free
Instead, it was Sheena, who had utterly dropped her innocent act.
"What a beautiful dress. Too bad it's ruined. Oh well, it looked better on the hanger than it ever did on you anyway."
I was unfazed by her remark, simply saying, "Pathetic."
"Who are you calling pathetic?" Sheena shrieked as her face contorted with rage. She looked like a witch from a fairy tale.
"You, obviously," I replied calmly. "So insecure you can't stand seeing others shine. Fighting over men, getting jealous over dresses. Were you starved for attention as a child?"
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