Shattered Attraction
she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Daniella had only giggled, twirling one of the makeshift fans between her fingers. “We needed something pretty,” she said simply, as though her words weren’t a dagger straight to Gabriella’s heart.
Gabriella had run to her mother, expecting justice, expecting fairness.
But her mother had only sighed. “There’s nothing we can do about it now,” she had said dismissively. “You’ll have to wait until next Christmas for another book.”
That night, Gabriella had cried herself to sleep, the torn fragments of her book still strewn across the floor like the remnants of a broken dream.
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