After a long pause, Evan lovingly agreed to his stepsister's plan.
"Alright."
Soon after, my intimate photos were labeled with terms like "slut" all over the internet.
I laughed bitterly.
"What exactly do you believe?" I asked again.
I tossed the dress aside, completely drained.
"I don't want to go to the party. Go have fun without me."
Evan's eyebrows furrowed—his classic sign of displeasure.
Of course.
"Thalia! Cut the attitude!"
"Ravena found out about what's happening online. She organized this party specifically to help you relax and wants to properly apologize to you."
His fingers traced over the bruises on my hand.
"She's trying to be nice. Don't be ungrateful!"I was forcibly dragged out the door by Evan.
Before getting out of the car, I pulled a face mask from my pocket, but Evan stopped me.
He looked at me with gentle determination, as if he would truly help me.
"You don't need that. You have nothing to hide. I believe in you—you should believe in yourself too, okay?"
He tossed my mask out the window and practically yanked me out of the car.
The moment we entered the noisy bar, all eyes turned to me.Malicious stares, people looking me up and down, leering glances.
I could hear the cruel comments from the corner, not even trying to be discreet.

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