I stared at Dawson in complete disbelief.
Is he serious?
Out of everyone standing there, and out of the crowd watching me like I was some pathetic spectacle.
He was glaring at me.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I said quickly, my voice was shaky from both humiliation and panic. “It was them. Morgana and Patricia were insulting me...”
But the cold disappointed look on Dawson’s face immediately made the words die in my throat.
I swallowed the lump at the back of my throat.
“They started this,” I whispered desperately. “I swear...”
“Enough.” Dawson cut me off.
Dawson stepped closer slowly, and suddenly I became painfully aware that the entire ballroom was silent watching us.
My face burned with humiliation.
“Why,” Dawson asked darkly, “are you embarrassing me?”
His question hi
