Ava’s POV
I don’t wait for my stepmother to finish talking. Instead, I pull the invitation letter from my bag and hand it straight to her “I stayed longer outside because I helped Sarah collect this,” I say quickly, watching her expression.
I know how much Sarah wants to go, especially since it’s an invitation from Steve.
As soon as I say that, my stepmother’s expression changes. Her smile fades, her eyes darken, and she looks anything but happy. Without warning, she snatches the invitation letter from my hand, her fingers gripping it so tightly that it crumples slightly.
“Sarah!” she calls out, her voice sharp and urgent.
A few seconds later, Sarah walks outside, rubbing her eyes like she just woke up. “What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice still thick with sleep.
Instead of answering
