Skye's POV
Another day. Another hell.
School had never been kind to me. If anything, it had been a daily reminder of how unwanted and invisible I was—until they decided to notice me just enough to mock, trip, or push me around. And now, as I walked through the hallway, I could already feel the weight of their gazes before I even stepped fully inside.
But something was different.
The usual sneers were gone. Replaced by something I couldn’t quite place. Curiosity? Confusion? Awe?
I blinked rapidly, unsure if I was imagining things. Where were the hushed whispers? The pointed fingers and the snickers behind cupped hands? Where was the next shove from someone pretending it was an accident?
I clutched my books tighter to my chest.
Then it hit me.
The dress. It's the first time they saw
