Raelynn.
I don’t bother looking back.
I keep my head high, shoulders squared, ignoring how drenched I am and the murmurs that flow in the crowd around me. but most of all, I ignore the way I can still his gaze burning into my back.
It’s almost funny how shocked they look, as if they actually expected me to just stand there and take it, like I was supposed to bow my head, smile through the humiliation, maybe even kiss Briella’s feet while I was at it.
Idiots.
“Pathetic,” I hear a Yara yell behind me. “Even for you three, it’s so embarrassing.”
I don’t turn back, but a small smile spread on my lips at her sticking up for me even though we just met few hours ago.
The moment I step into my room, I start peeling off my soaked dress, only to jolt when the door slams open again. Yara storm
