ALLISON’S POV
Celeste tilts her head, staring at me like I just said the dumbest thing in the world. “What?”
“Let me make it clearer,” I say, my voice tight. “Why did you rip my dress?”
She scoffs, then flicks her gaze to Justin, giving him a look like I’m being dramatic. Like I’m crazy. Is this girl actually serious right now?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she says flatly. “You shouldn’t just make things up, Allie. It makes you look crazy.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, curling my fingers at my sides. The anger in my chest is hot, begging to explode but I force it down. Causing a scene right now would only give her what she wants.
Still, I step closer, jabbing a finger at her chest and she looks down at my hand like I’ve just contaminated her.
“I saw you,” I jab her
