Sierra's POV
My fingers clutched my purse, trying to hold myself together. The room spun for a second as my tears grazed my eyes. With each blink, the tears escaped my eyes.
The pain felt like a physical blow to my heart. I staggered forward, but I could not take another step. Every doubt that I had shoved aside returned, echoing in my ears.
“I told you,”
“Who would care about you?”
“You are nothing when there are better-looking ladies,”
As much as I wanted to run away from Vance's words, I always found myself in a position that forced me to remember. That reminded me of how small I was.
I staggered back and crashed into something. The glasses shattered, and the trays bounced on the ground. Only then did that grab their attention. “Sierra?” Arthur called softly.
I took to my heels
