REBIRTH OF A RUTHLESS ANGEL
ter
, her words cutting through the air with the weight of her frustration. Her eyes were narrow, br
played the last few minutes in my mind, trying to fi
as if she was waiting for me to confess to some hidden crime. When she
p with your outbursts, your selfishness, and the way you act like the world revolves around you. And you never appreciate it. Not once. Remember when you to
ponse. "You should've told me earlier," I muttered defensively, my voice trem
you never ask your mom. You always go to
und beneath me slip. My heartbeat quickened
a sigh, her patience wearing thi
ef washed over me. "Thank you, Danielle! You're the best friend ever. I don't know wh
ion softened slightly, but there was still an edge of doubt in her eyes. "You always say that, Michel
ing as I tried to appear sincere
pping toward the car. The drive was filled with an uneasy silence, the weight of our conversa
lass walls gave it a modern, almost otherworldly feel. Light streamed in through the skylights, casting a warm, golden glow ove
st impossible to hide. Back in Glenira, the malls were nothing like this there; eve
led with the latest trends, racks of vibrant dresses, and bold accessories that screamed luxury
right?" she said, glancing at me with amusement. "Last time Camille recommended i
d I really say that?" I asked, genuinely
did. But don't worry, I will pick out the
the dresses one after the other
eat taste when it
She avoided eye contact, her face blank as she quietly folded our clothes. The si
hesitantly, my voice small. "I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry.
, handed the bags to Danielle, and moved on to the nex
down on me. No matter how much I tried to fix things, there we
re casually. It felt like the real Michelle- more polite, less guarded. But as we drove home, I
to try on the outfits. As I stood in front of the mirror, admiring the clothes that Danielle h
admiring its intricate patterns. I would
called, passing m
ere?" She asked, an
ha
at the dress
ou. Are you sure
ply to give. But how in the