The teasing grew louder until Olivia stepped in with faux compassion.
“Oh, don’t make fun of my sister. She grew up in the countryside, has poor grades, and isn’t used to high society. Her temper can be bad—be careful she doesn’t offend anyone.”
Well, since she’d said that, it would almost be rude of me not to offend someone.
I walked up onto the stage confidently, mimed rolling up nonexistent sleeves, planted my hands on my hips, and smiled at her little clique.
“I’ve actually got plenty of skills—throwing spoiled brats over my shoulder, slapping the smug off a fake sweetheart, stabbing a bully with a compass, or making one drink toilet water. Which of you wants to help me demonstrate?”
The atmosphere froze instantly, and I could feel their glares slicing into me like knives.
My parents and Ethan glared at me in disappointment.
At that moment, a delivery man suddenly burst into the hall, shouting,
“Who’s Madison Clark? I’ve got your acceptance letter from Harvard—congratulations!”
Perfect timing.
The awkwardness on everyone’s faces turned into shock.
Olivia’s face went from pale to flushed red, disbelief written all over her.
“What? Madison Clark? Harvard? I must have heard wrong!”