Silvia Davis POV.
I wore the clothes given to me by Rihanna, her piercing gaze revealing her disappointment in me. It was obvious that she was furious, and rightfully so. She had extended her help to me, and yet, things were spiralling out of control.
"What's gotten into you? Have you lost your mind?" Rihanna's voice dripped with anger and frustration. "Why are you allowing that wretched woman to treat you like this? Silvia, if you continue to let people trample all over you, nothing good will come of it. This is the epitome of self-destructive behaviour."
Her words struck a chord within me. Victoria's wrath was directed at me, and I couldn't deny that Rihanna's concerns held some truth. I had become a doormat, allowing others to walk all over me. It was a flaw I couldn't ignore.
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