Chapter 13

• I turned around and looked at Luisa. Her blond hair was styled straight from the top and curled at the bottom. She looked different today. It appeared as though she had applied extra makeup to express her joy at having won the competition.
• "Fake Cinderella? Who are you calling that? Yourself? Because I am not a mirror," I replied boldly.
• In no way was I a weak and helpless girl who was unable to stand up for herself. It was just my mother who brought me up like that. She always told me to behave calmly and decently. I never argued with others. If someone hurt me, I took a step back from them.