h you? You basically own the

nstagram account-let alone that she'd scroll thro

pected, Victor brought S

out to shake hands, casting a glance down from

ed being looked down on, literally or oth

Victor with a pleading look. "Did I do someth

own when Victor came sto

Was it really necessary to act so cold? Do you know sh

irm. "I'm tired, and I don't want to argue with you over petty th

ed in, beaming as she

nce shoes and costumes all this time! Were

playful nudge o

d-but Evelyn recognized the b

she wheeled herself over and r

yours. Giv

, Sophia's hand slipped-and the box'

h clattered against the groun

In the chaos, someone must've kicked h

up the broken trophy,

Victor and clutched his arm. "What's

g pat on the shoulder, then turned toward Evelyn. She was dragging

junk. Do you really ha

bled as she tried to fit the pieces

but Evelyn, trembling with rage,

hrough clenched teeth. "That

reams-and the final fragm

slapped after trying to console her made his temp

, Evelyn. I didn't know it was yours. I really thought it was mine.

that, she tu

hesitate-he ran aft

broken trophy. Her legs throbbed with pain, but s

.. it wasn't

de by her father w

, just like her d

returned and set anothe

id she's willing to give it to you. She also asked me to apologize

rom her nightstand and turned

to withdraw from the competition af

hampionship troph

ophy she'd ever gotten, snatched through un

er what it cost Evelyn, if he made S

o her as compensation. There was no doubt

ies of the past with Victor p

rd in the city, making a public confession of his love for h

ithout hesitation. And in th

r reach for the trophy and