CHAPTER 23
ARIA’S PON
Eva and Sophia’s disdainful stares cut through the air like knives, their raised eyebrows and judgemental scruting leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. It is as if they see me as nothing more than a piece of garbage to be discarded their contemptuous gares stripping away any semblance of dignity or self–worth.
Despite their attempts to belittle me, I refuse to let their negativity tarnish my spirit. I stand tall, chin held high, refusing to be diminished by their petty cruelty. In their eyes. I may be nothing more than a target for their demision, but in my own eyes. I am strong, resilient, and worthy of respect
As I meet their states with unwavering resolve. I silently vary to rise above their toxic behavior and prove them wrong. Their opinion of me may sting in the moment, but refuse to let it define me. I am more than their judgement, more than their scom–I am a force to be reckoned with, capable of achieving greatness despite their attempts to tear me down
“Ha! Ha! What are you doing here?” Eva starts.
Most probably looking for a job as janitor!” Sophia chips in
“Of course, janitor. A poor person like her can’t even afforda pin here!”
A smits curls at the corners of my lips as I meet Eva and Sophia’s disdainful gares head–on. I can feel the power shift in the air, a subtle but unmistakable victory in the face of their contempt..
mall gesture, but it speaks volumes–a silent declaration of defiance in the face of their cruelty. I know that my smirk cuts deeper than any words ever could, a reminder that their attempts to belittle me only serve to strengthen my resolve.
As their expressions twist with frustration, I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. In this moment, I bold the upper hand, and they know it. My smirk is a silent rebuke to their attempts to bring me down a defiant assertion of my worth and resilience.
The clerk standing there is shocked at their comments. She has been assisting Stella and 1, but upon hearing the two, she frowns.
Needless to say, Stella clenches her jaw and fist, but I hold her hand to calm her down.
“We can buy the whole store here, what do you even think of yourselves!”
Eva and Sophia’s laughter echoes through the room, a sharp reminder of their cruel nature. It is as if mocking others is second nature to them, a twisted game they revel in playing
Despite their attempts to belittle me, I refuse to let their laughter undermine my confidence. Instead, I stand my ground, refusing to be swayed by their mockery.
No need to prove your point. Let’s just get on our business and ignore these punks!
With a dignified air, Stella and I walk past Eva and Sophia, their mocking laughter fading into the background as we continue on our way. I can feel their eyes on us, but I refuse to let their negativity affect me.
As we move through the boutique, Stella’s presence by my side serves as a shield against the toxicity of Eva and Sophia’s behavior. Together, we explore every corner of the space, taking in the beauty of Stella’s creations and discussing our plans for the future.
“Choose anything you want. It’s a gift from me,” I finally tell Stella.
Stella is taken aback, her expression a mix of surprise and gratitude. It’s clear that my offer has caught her off
guard, and for a moment, she seems at a loss for words,
As she processes my gesture, I can see the wheels turning in her mind, a myriad of emotions playing across her features. It’s a small token of appreciation for all that she’lone for me, a way to express my gratitude for her unwavering support and friendship.
“But, Aria”
“Please, don’t refuse.”
My words hang in the air, a plea tinged with sincerity and urgency. I can see the hesitation in Stella’s eyes, the reluctance to accept such a generous offer.
“You choose for me.”
I smile at Stella’s statement, my heart warmed by her acceptance of my gesture. As I reach for a beautiful gold one -shoulder sequin dress to gift her, my hand hovers over the fabric, anticipation coursing through me.
But before I can grasp it, Eva swoops in, snatching the dress from my grasp with a brazenness that leaves me stunned. Anger bubbles up inside me, hot and fierce, as I watch her walk away with the dress clutched in her
hands
Brushing off the shock of Eva’s actions, I redirect my attention to the array of dresses before me. Amidst the turmoil, my eyes alight upon a stunning evening gown–Vision in green, its fabric flowing elegantly and adorned with a golden collar.
This time, Sophia grabs the dress from me.
Frustration courses through me as Sophia brazenly snatches the dress from my grasp, her actions a blatant disregard for common decency and respect. It’s as if she revels in causing chaos and turmoil wherever she goes, delighting in the misery of others.
Amidst the anger and indignation, a steely resolve takes hold within me.
But Sophia’s indifference is palpable, her demeanor unyielding in the face of my protest. It is as if she is determined to assert her dominance, refusing to acknowledge my rightful claim to the dress.
Frustration bubbles up inside me as I realize that reasoning with Sophia is futile. She is not interested in fairness or justice she is only concerned with satisfying her own selfish desires, regardless of the consequences for
others.
With a sense of resignation, I take a step back, unwilling to engage further in this fruitless confrontation. “She’s not worth it.”
I hold Stella back, for I don’t want any drama in here.
