She believed that only by treating me and Alana differently, favoring her stepdaughter, and being harsh to her daughter, could she show that she was noble, great, and righteous!
So, in the Diaz family, I was a punching bag.
I didn't get to enjoy good food and drinks.
I could only wear the clothes that Alana didn't want.
It was a luxury for me to buy a harmonica, while she could take piano lessons.
My mom's favorite comment was, "Mrs. Diaz, you are the best stepmother in the world. You are treating your stepdaughter better than your own."
Every time she heard such a comment, she smiled happily.
I had endured all of these.
In college, Alana stole my perfume formula and cheated to win an award. When I stood up for justice, my mom came out to testify against me falsely.
She praised Alana and slandered my innocence.
At that moment, I realized that I was an orphan even though she wasn't dead yet.
I was not worse looking than Alana, and I was better at studying than her.
But I wasn't as glamorous as her. I couldn't act coquettishly like her.
So, she was the Campus Belle, and I was just an ordinary person.
Henry was the president of the student union, and he was pursuing Alana closely.