I marched straight toward her, ignoring the shocked and curious stares of everyone around. Gripping my gown to keep from tripping, I stormed down the stage until I stood face-to-face with her. I jabbed my finger at her, my voice sharp with accusation.
“Why did you even come to my birthday party? You weren’t invited!”
I knew I was causing a scene, stirring up whispers among the crowd, but I didn’t care. I needed them all to see the truth—that Clara isn’t innocent as she seems to be.
“You’re so fake!” I spat. “Don’t show your face here again. I know you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be!”
“Elena, please calm down,” Clara said softly, feigning innocence. “I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m just here to celebrate with you. Why are you pushing me away?”
Ms. Rossi hurried over, trying to pull me back, but I shrugged off her hand, my glare locked on Clara.
“Cut the crap!” I shot back, my eyes blazing. “I know you’re just here to get attention from the brothers. You stole them from me, stealing their loyalty, twisting their minds. But you can’t fool me!”
“Elena, that’s enough,” Marco’s voice cut through the air as he approached us, but I didn’t even look his way.