Chapter 82 The Selfie Save

• I pulled the pearl and gold wire wreath from a clump of hair tangled on my shoulder. I felt proud of the way my hair looked. I couldn’t believe it was ruined.
• “I can’t skip this ball,” Victor said. “Are you sure you can’t comb it or something?”
• “No.” My lower lip quivered. “Look at me! I …I can’t be seen like this. Don’t you …you realize how buh …bad people will talk about me and laugh if they see me like this?”