Rhea’s POV
I stand there, my scraped knees still hurting from the fall, as the whispers around me grow louder.
The woman who spoke earlier leans closer to her friend, her voice carrying just enough for me to hear. “Look at her dress. It’s so casual, like she didn’t even try. She thinks she’s still a kid. Who shows up to a family event like this looking that way?”
Her friend nods, sipping from her glass. “Yeah, it’s embarrassing. She is not aware it’s her party. That’s why she’s dressed like that. Poor thing.”
The first woman rolls her eyes. “Sophia’s always defending her. Always stepping in like the perfect future Luna. ‘Rhea’s still family,’ she says. But does Rhea appreciate it? No, she hates her. You can see it in her eyes every time Sophia speaks.”
Another woman joins them, her e
