“Poor girl.”
“Honestly, she shouldn’t have been allowed to come if she was going to act like that.”
No one would believe me now.
I turned, looking for Candido. Yet, Bella had grabbed my dress with her bleeding hand.
“Trying to run away again, Hedy? Like every time you’ve done bad things to me?” Bella asked, her voice just loud enough to be heard by everyone and stir up more whispers. “Haven’t you learned anything?”
I looked at her bloody hand and then at the sneer in her eyes. I knew her well enough to know that the moment she saw me in this dress, she wanted to take it from me or destroy it. It wasn’t the first time she’d taken or destroyed something of mine because she wanted and couldn’t happen.
All the memories of my mother I should have had after her death, keepsak
