Clarissa began to walk toward me. The crowd parted. She stopped three feet away, the microphone lowered, but her voice loud enough to carry in the silence.
“You could have given us a future, Sabrina. You could have been a sister. But you chose selfishness.”
“I chose self-respect,” I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me. “I worked for my home. You are not entitled to it just because you want it.”.
Clarissa’s face twisted. The mask of the blushing bride fell away, revealing pure, unadulterated rage.
“You are nothing,” she hissed. “Just a bitter, lonely spinster.”
And then, she moved.
It happened in slow motion. I saw her hand raise, the flash of her engagement ring under the chandelier lights. I could have blocked it. I have the reflexes. But I was so paralyzed by the sheer audacity of the moment that I just stood there.
Crack.
The sound echoed through the hall, louder than the music had been. Her palm connected with my cheek with a stinging, burning force that snapped my head to the side..
Gasps filled the hall. For a second, the world narrowed down to the throbbing heat on my face. I slowly turned my head back to look at her. Clarissa was breathing hard, her chest heaving, eyes blazing with triumph. She waited for me to cry. She waited for me to scream.
But I didn’t.
I looked past her, toward the head table. Toward my parents. Toward Daniel.
I expected horror. I expected my father to rush forward, my brother to shout.
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