Serena’s words hung in the air. I couldn't believe it.
“I was the one who got the dress for you,” she said with a smug smile. I could see the satisfaction in her eyes.
I stared at her in disbelief. My mind struggled to process what she had just said. Serena did this? She had deliberately set me up to be humiliated in front of the entire people there, in front of the king and queen, in front of everyone. For a moment, I could barely breathe as the realization settled in. It wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t a mistake. She did this on purpose.
“You...” I whispered “You’re the one who—”
“Swapped the dress?” Serena interrupted, her voice sickeningly sweet. “Of course I did. I couldn’t just sit by and watch them hand you something so beautiful, now could I?”
She laughed. It was a mocking so
