Alice’s POV
I opened my mouth to speak, to defend myself, but Mrs. Grace raised her hand — a cold, silencing gesture that cut through the room like a knife.
She continued, her voice calm but distant. “This exhibition is meant for rising artists — those seeking visibility. You, Alice, already have that. The recent uproar online... it would seem unfair to allow you to participate now.”
I turned to Mrs. Valentine, my eyes searching hers for an ounce of understanding. “But... these are all false accusations.”
Mrs. Valentine gave a sympathetic sigh, her shoulders slumped with helplessness. “I know, sweetheart. But our hands are tied. The sponsors — they’re not taking the situation lightly. Their reputation is at stake too.”
I blinked in disbelief. “But you said you’d get to the bottom of i
