The Blue Dress Revenge

I stood at the Sterling Family Foundation Gala, a silent accessory in my forget-me-not blue dress, trying to blend into the marble.

My heart sank as Julian, his handsome face tight with disapproval, approached, his mother Mrs. Sterling gliding coldly beside him.

"Clara," he cut through the polite chatter, "What did I tell you about that color?"

Then Chloe appeared, a younger, brighter version of Seraphina, and Julian's gaze softened instantly.

He sneered, "This dress, Clara, is an embarrassment. You look like you' re trying too hard to be someone you' re not."

My cheeks burned.