A wimpy little girl

Ivory’s POV

My blood ran cold. Anger surged within.

Wait, it was frustration. Frustration that what she said was the truth, it sounded so bitter I nearly gagged.

I glanced at Arlo and he was lost in her eyes.

I could clearly see the difference between Lori and I.

She was assertive. She was bold.

I, on the other hand, was as soft as a morsel of dough.

I swallowed hard, the scene before me twisting my stomach.

I was standing right next to him, yet we felt so far apart.

His eyes were lost on Lori, his expression an open declaration of the excitement he was desperately trying to hide.

I looked away, unable to watch.

“If you’ll excuse me,” I said, breaking the formidable silence in the air, “I need some rest.”

“Arlo, you surprise me.” Lori’s voice held me back, “Where did you find my knock-off?” She sneered, her voice laced with mockery as she turned toward me.

“I thought she was you…” Arlo explained, his cold tone gradually shifting to a softer tone. One h