It was Friday night, and Letty was back at the Rossi compound. The tension with her father had settled into a strained, cold silence, leaving her emotionally raw but determined to keep her commitment.
She and Lisa were in Isabella's massive bedroom, getting ready for the Westwood Elite football game. Isabella was already dressed, applying a final layer of gloss.
Letty was sitting on the floor in front of a full-length mirror. Lisa was positioned behind her, meticulously applying her makeup. The cheerleading uniform was black, green, and white, studded with small rhinestones and featuring a crop top and short skirt, demanding attention.
Lisa was putting tiny gems along Letty’s brow, mirroring the dramatic makeup style of the elite girls. The concentration in Lisa's hands was intense, tur
