Nina, never one to miss an opportunity to take a jab, raised her eyebrows and laughed mockingly. "Lily! You'll do anything to get Caleb's attention, won't you? What did you do this time? Pile on a ton of makeup to play the 'tragic, sick beauty' act? Guess you learned from the best—your mom was a pro at that, too."
Caleb's face twisted with disgust.
His expression hardened as he roughly grabbed my arm, yanking me forward before shoving me into a chair.
Half an hour later, I found myself standing in front of the mirror, wearing the outfit they'd picked for me. It was a revealing dress that exposed my chest and back.
I turned towards Caleb, my voice tight with barely contained anger. "Is this what you wanted? Are you happy now? Do you really hate me that much?"
He refused to let Nina go to a party full of men, but somehow, dressing me up like a toy didn't bother him. Caleb's eyes flicked over me, filled with irritation.
When he finally registered what I was saying, he snapped out of his thoughts, and a cruel smile crept across his face.
"Hate you? Of course, I hate you. I wish you were dead."