Sarah
Earnestly staring at the man I had been considered a father for several years, he sat on the couch, meeting my gaze without emotion.
“Is it true that you insulted Lila and Margarette last night? Your name—Sarah Benner—is plastered across every social media platform and gossip blog in the country because of your little outburst.” Dad paused, then looked at his assistant, who continued.
“Miss, this social blog claims you bullied Sarah Benner, who was actually Miss Lila pretending to be you. Of course, no one knew you were the real Sarah Benner, but people say Benner managed to let it go.”
Of course, why would someone let slap Sarah Benner? But why does it seem like it's my fault?
“You are tarnishing your own name! No, my name! How am I supposed to explain to people that there
