Chapter 121: A Poor Soul
>>Amber
This is all Lyal’s fault
That ass! I pursed my lips.
This is all his fault!! All because he ran his mouth while running on my birthday. He didn’t just ruin the supposed special day for me, he ruined everything!
"I am not Corvina," I snapped. "And I don’t appreciate your accusations." I didn’t want useless trouble so I tried to talk calmly
Ravioli’s eyes gleamed with malicious delight. "Oh, but you look so much like her. It’s uncanny. Are you sure you’re not following in her footsteps?"
The other women closed in tighter, their laughter ringing in my ears. I felt trapped, the walls of their contempt closing around me. Desperation clawed at me as I searched for a way out. This was so stupid and I hated every second of it.
Why can’t I leave Corvina behind! She’s dead! She died with everyone else in that fire years ago!
I let out a sigh
Instead of succumbing to fear, I felt a surge of determination. I straightened my spine and took a deep breath, meeting their gazes head-on.
"Listen carefully," I said, my voice calm and clear. "I am not Corvina, and I refuse to be judged by your narrow-minded comparisons. You may find joy in belittling others, but it only reflects your own insecurities and pettiness." I shook my head at him in disapproval, "You all are projecting yourselves. I can’t believe how far down you all are, you can’t even leave a dead person alone."