CHAPTER 23

ARIA’S POV

Eva and Sophia's disdainful stares cut through the air like knives, their raised eyebrows and judgemental scrutiny leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. It is as if they see me as nothing more than a piece of garbage to be discarded, their contemptuous gazes stripping away any semblance of dignity or self-worth.

Despite their attempts to belittle me, I refuse to let their negativity tarnish my spirit. I stand tall, chin held high, refusing to be diminished by their petty cruelty. In their eyes, I may be nothing more than a target for their derision, but in my own eyes, I am strong, resilient, and worthy of respect.

As I meet their stares with unwavering resolve, I silently vow to rise above their toxic behavior and prove them wrong. Their opinion of me may sting in the moment, but I refuse to let it define me. I am more than their judgement, more than their scorn—I am a force to be reckoned with, capable of achieving greatness despite their attempts to tear me down.