"If you apologize to Clara, I’ll forget your disgraceful behavior tonight. Otherwise, don’t even dream about winning this year’s design competition!"
I stared at him in shock. He knew I had spent more than six months to prepare for this competition. I had sketched, revised even scrapped and started over to create the perfect submission.
All my friends said I was practically guaranteed to win this year.
"Shane, it’s okay! Don’t blame, Clara. Just take it as me being clumsy ... Ah!"
She struggled to get up but then she clutched her ankle in pain as she winced.
Shane immediately checked her injury and without hesitation, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the hall in princess style. He was completely oblivious to the shocked gazes around them.
When I met my father’s gaze, I saw nothing but disappointment and anger in his eyes.
"Get out! Before my banquet starts, just get out! You’re an embarrassment!"
With that, he left as he wrapped onto my stepmother, who had just arrived.
Utterly defeated, I reached up to touch my swollen cheek and felt a slight dampness. It seemed her sharp nails had cut my skin.