AVA’S POVSarah smirks at me, like she’s already won. I can feel my pulse pounding in my ears, and my chest is rising and falling fast, but I don’t care anymore. I’m tired of letting them walk all over me. Tired of being treated like I’m nothing.“You’re not getting this letter,” I say firmly. Sarah raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my sudden defiance. My stepmom crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing. “What did you just say?” she asks, her voice sharp and cold.“I said,” I repeat, more clearly this time, “I’m not giving you the letter. Vanessa invited me to the party, not Sarah. If Vanessa wanted Sarah to come, she would have given her the invitation, not me.”For a second, there’s silence, and I can tell by the way their faces twist with shock that they weren’t expecting that. Sarah looks like she’s just been slapped, and my stepmom blinks at me, trying to process what I had just said. “Sarah is Vanessa’s friend, she’d have given her the invitation letter if she wanted her.”M
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