Going up with Eden knowing she had something up her sleeve was like walking straight into a trap.
Eden just shrugged, “Whatever, do what you want. I’m going to change.”
And with that, she turned and walked away.
This wasn’t like Eden at all. She usually couldn’t stand Clara and would never let things slide so easily. Clara felt a bit uneasy, especially when she heard Jeffree’s mocking voice.
“I don’t know what makes you think you belong at an event like this.”
Eden might have let it go, but Jeffree wasn’t about to. She stormed over, hand raised, ready to slap Clara.
But Clara caught her wrist mid-air, stopping the slap cold.
Jeffree was furious, and only now did she realize how strong Clara really was. She couldn’t even pull free.
“Clara, let go! Or I’ll get my brother!”
Clara let her go, but Jeffree’s own force sent her stumbling back until she landed on the floor with a thud. Her dress, with its large skirt, made the fall even more dramatic.
Embarrassment stained Jeffree’s cheeks as she bit her lip and awkwardly got to her feet, glaring daggers at Clara. The whispers around them grew louder, making Jeffree feel even more humiliated.
Her eyes searched the crowd, tears threatening to spill. “Brother, why aren’t you helping me?”
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