SOPHIA’S POV
I looked them dead in the eye.
Amber-Leigh’s tears didn’t move me. Chanel’s arms crossed her chest like she still had some pride left. Marissa kept her eyes down, too ashamed to meet mine.
“Do you know what it feels like,” I said slowly, “to walk into a place to chase your dream… and be laughed at because three rich girls decided they didn’t like the idea of a newbie like me standing beside them?”
No one answered.
“I didn’t come here with the intention of making friends. But I also didn’t come here to be humiliated or make enemies.”
Amber-Leigh sobbed harder, her mother whispering something to her in French. Chanel chewed her lip. Marissa was trembling.
“If I had done what you did, nobody would give me another chance.”
Still, silence.
“So no,” I said. “I don’t forgive
