#Chapter 82 The Selfie Save

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I pulled the pearl and gold wire wreath from a clump of hair tangled on my shoulder. I felt proud of the way my hair looked. I couldn’t believe it was ruined. “I can’t skip this ball,” Victor said. “Are you sure you can’t comb it or something?” “No.” My lower lip quivered. “Look at me! I …I can’t be seen like this. Don’t you …you realize how buh …bad people will talk about me and laugh if they see me like this?” I lost the fight to hold back my tears. “I’ll nuh …never live it down. Please, Victor, just take me home. You can come back by yourself.” “Daisy, try to calm down. It’s just one ball,” Diana said.“No one has seen you.” Victor put the Lamborghini into gear and backed out of the Phillips’ driveway. But instead of turning right to take me home, he turned left. “Where are we goin

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