~Isabella's POV
They exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that their attempt at casual gossip had escalated into a confrontation. The atmosphere in the bathroom had shifted, tension hanging thick in the air.
And then, they took it a step further. "Did you see her hair? It's like she doesn't even own a brush," the first girl sneered, her tone dripping with contempt.
"Right? And those clothes, she needs a stylist ASAP," the second girl added, joining in the disparaging remarks.
I felt a pang in my chest, the cruel words cutting deeper than I expected. The bathroom suddenly felt suffocating, and I needed to escape the toxicity.
Before they could conjure up more insults or excuses, I turned on my heel and walked out of the bathroom, leaving them with the weight of their words. The encounte
