Sierra’s POV
“Uncle Arthur!” I heard Elvis scream downstairs.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had on a long, white bodycon dress with an off-the- shoulder neckline, long sleeves and a fitted waist. Mum had gotten the dress for me. She claimed it would be perfect for the party.
As much as I wanted to feel that it was, I doubted myself in it. Keeping my eyes fixed on the mirror, my reflection soon morphed to Vance’s degrading smirk. “You look horrible in that. You are a mother and are meant to look like it. Don’t you dare try to disgrace me again,” his voice resounded in my head.
My eyes turned red as I tried to hold back my tears. I shut my eyes, drowning out those words. Mum told me to heal and the first thing I was going to do was get rid of Vance’s voice in my head.
I too
